There's whiskey in the jar (Traditional)

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  • (Posted 2006-08-26)  CPDL #12405:  Network.png
Editor: Eva Toller (submitted 2006-08-26).   Score information: A4, 9 pages, 719 kB   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes: Arranged by Eva Toller. All files are available on (MIDI files available for each part.)

General Information

Title: There's whiskey in the jar
Composer: Anonymous (Traditional)

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: TTBB
Genre: SecularFolksong

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 2004

External websites:

Original text and translations

English.png English text

1. As I was going over
the far fam'd Kerry Mountain
I met with Captain Farrel and his
money he was counting.
I first produced my pistol and I
then produced my rapier sayin'
"Stand up and deliver for you
are my bold deceiver."

Musharing demedudemda.
Whack fol the daddy O.
Whack fol the daddy O.
There's whiskey in the jar.

2. He counted out his money and it
made a pretty penny.
I put it in my pocket and I
gave it to my Jenny.
She sighed and she swore that
she never would betray me,
but the devil take the women
for they never can be easy.

Musharing demedudemda…

3. I went unto my chamber
all for to take a slumber.
I dreamt of gold and jewels and
for sure it was no wonder.
But Jenny drew my charges and
she filled them up with water,
an' she sent for Captain Farrel,
to be ready for the slaughter.

Musharing demedudemda…

4. And 'twas early in the morning
before I rose to travel,
up comes a band of footmen
and likewise Captain Farrel;
I then produced my pistol,
for she stole away my rapier
but I couldn't shoot the water
so a prisoner I was taken.

Musharing demedudemda…

5. And if any one can aid me
'tis my brother in the army.
If I could learn his station,
in Cork or in Killarney.
And if he'd come and join me
we'd go roving in Kilkenny.
I'll engage he'd treat me fairer
than my darling sporing Jenny.

Musharing demedudemda…