Whiskey in the jar

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C                                Am

As I was a-goin' over Gilgarra Mountain
  F                                             C

I spied Colonel Farrell, and his money he was countin'.
C                                         Am

First I drew my pistols and then I drew my rapier,

F                                               C

Sayin' "Stand and deliver, for I am your bold receiver." 

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Musha ringum duram da,
Am

Whack fol the daddy-o,

F
Whack fol the daddy-o,

             C             G        C

There's whiskey in the jar. 

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2. He counted out his money and it made a pretty penny;
  F                                   C

I put it in my pocket to take home to darlin' Jenny.
      C                                                    Am

She sighed and swore she loved me and never would deceive me,
            F                                         C

But the devil take the women, for they always lie so easy!

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3. I went into me chamber all for to take a slumber,

To dream of gold and girls, and of course it was no wonder:

Me Jenny took me charges and she filled them up with water,

Called on Colonel Farrell to get ready for the slaughter.

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4. Next mornin' early, before I rose for travel,

A-came a band of footmen and likewise Colonel Farrell.

I goes to draw my pistol, for she'd stole away my rapier,

But a prisoner I was taken, I couldn't shoot the water.