As I was going over

the far famed Kerry Mountains,

I met with Captain Farrell

and his money he was counting.

I first prodiced my pistol

and then produced my rapier,

saying stand and deliver

for you are my bold deceiver.

With a ring fiddle dum, fiddle day,

whack for the daddy! Oh,

whack for the daddy! Oh,

there’s whiskey in the jar.

He counted out his money

and it made a pretty penny,

I put 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

for they never can be easy.

With a ring fiddle dum, fiddle day,

whack for the daddy! Oh,

whack for the daddy! Oh,

there’s whiskey in the jar.

I went up to me chamber,

for to take a slumber,

I dreamt of golden jewels

and for sure it was no wonder,

but Jenny drew me charges

and she filled them up with water,

then sent for Captain Farrell

to be ready for the slaughter.

With a ring fiddle dum, fiddle day,

whack for the daddy! Oh,

whack for the daddy! Oh,

there’s whiskey in the jar.