Traditional Irish - Whiskey In The Jar Ukulele

                             Whiskey In The Jar

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As I was goin' over the far famed Kerry mountains, 
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I met with Captain Farrel and his money he was countin'
  F                            Am
I first produced me pistol and then produced me rapier,
     F                           F
Sayin' "Stand and deliver for you are a bold deceiver"

      G
Musha rig um du rum da
F
Whack fol the daddy O,
F
Whack fol the daddy O,
        F       G      F
There's whiskey in the jar.

  F                            Am
I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny
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I put it in me pocket and I took it home to my Jenny
    F                             Am
She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me
        F                             F
But the devil take the women for they never can be easy

      G
Musha rig um du rum da
F
Whack fol the daddy O,
F
Whack fol the daddy O,
        F       G      F
There's whiskey in the jar.

  F                          Am
I went up to my chamber, all for to take a slumber
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I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure 't was no wonder
    F                             Am
But Jenny drew me charges and she filled them up with water
     F                              F
Then sent for captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter

      G
Musha rig um du rum da
F
Whack fol the daddy O,
F
Whack fol the daddy O,
        F       G      F
There's whiskey in the jar.

       F                            Am
't was early in the morning, just before I rose to travel
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Up comes a band of footmen and likewise captain Farrell
  F                                Am
I first produced me pistol for she stole away me rapier
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I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken

      G
Musha rig um du rum da
F
Whack fol the daddy O,
F
Whack fol the daddy O,
        F       G      F
There's whiskey in the jar.

    F                                Am
Now there's some take delight in the carriages a rolling
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and others take delight in the hurling and the bowling
    F                     Am
but I take delight in the juice of the barley
    F                                 F
and courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early

      G
Musha rig um du rum da
F
Whack fol the daddy O,
F
Whack fol the daddy O,
        F       G      F
There's whiskey in the jar.

   F                          Am
If anyone can aid me 't is me brother in the army
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If I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney
    F                             Am
And if he'll go with me, we'll go rovin' through Killkenny
    F                                      F
And I'm sure he'll treat me better than my own a-sporting Jenny

      G
Musha rig um du rum da
F
Whack fol the daddy O,
F
Whack fol the daddy O,
        F       G      F
There's whiskey in the jar.

                                   K♥J