By Eoghan O’Reilly



Whiskey in the Jar  Trad.  


As I was going over the Cork and Kerry mountains


I met with Sargeant Farrell and his money he was counting


First produced my pistol, then produced my rapier


Saying “Stand and deliver, for I am a money taker!”





Wisha ring-a-madoorum-a-da


Whack-for the daddy-o, whack-for the daddy-o


There’s whiskey in the jar



I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny


I put it in my pocket and I took it home to Jenny


She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me


But the devil take the women ‘cause they never can be easy



I went up to my chamber to take a little slumber


I dreamt of gold and jewels and, for sure, it was no wonder.


Jenny stole me charges and she filled them up with water


And sent for Captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter.




It was early in the morning, just as I rose to travel


I spied a band of brigands and likewise Captain Farrell.


First produced my pistol, for she’d stole away me rapier


I couldn’t shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken.



If anyone can help me ‘tis my brother in the army


If I could learn his station in Cork or in Killarney.


And if I could engage him we’d go roving in Kilkenny


I trust he’d trat me fairer than me darlin’, cheatin’ Jenny.