The Jug of Punch,
Popular Irish Pub Songs

recorded at SixCat Studio
in Sheridan, OR, March, 2007.

Whiskey in the Jar
(Kilgary Mountain)
© 2007 by Paul Espinoza,
Forest Moon Music, BMI, all rights reserved

As I was going over the Kilgary Mountain,
I spied with Colonel Ferrell and his money he was counting'.
First I drew me pistol and then I drew me rapier,
Saying' stand and deliver for I am your bold receiver.

Musha rigum do rumda - wack fol my daddy oh,
wack fol my daddy oh - there's whisky in the jar.

He counted out his money and it made a pretty penny,
I put it in me pocket to take home to darling' Jenny,
She sighed and swore she loved me and never would deceive me
But the devil take that woman for she always lied so easy.

I went into me chamber all for to take a slumber,
To dram of gold and jewels and of course it was no wonder.
Jenny took me charges, she filled them up with water,
Called on Colonel Ferrell to get ready for the slaughter.

Next morning come so early, when I was inclined to travel,
There came a band of foot soldiers and likewise Colonel Ferrell.
I went to draw me pistol, she'd stolen away me rapier,
A prisoner I was taken, I could not shoot the water.

They threw me into jail without a judge or without jury,'
For robbing Colonel Ferrell on Kilgary Mountain.
But they didn't tie me fists so I knocked the jailer down,
And bid a fond farewell to that false-hearted town.

I wish I could find me brother, the one whose in  the army,
I don’t know where he's stationed din Cork or in Kilarney.
But together we'd go roaming' the mountains of Kilkenny,
And I swear that he'd be truer than my cheating, darling Jenny.

Now, some take delight in the hurling and bowling,
And others take delight in the carriages a-rolling,
But I take delight in the juice of the barley,
And courting´ pretty maidens in the morning, oh so early.

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