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GILGARRA MOUNTAIN (Whiskey in the Jar)
A traditional Irish ballad as performed by Peter, Paul, & Mary (1965)

Capo 1

[Intro]
C  Am  F  G

[Verse 1]
   C                  Am
As I was a goin' over Gilgarra Mountain,
  F                             C
I spied Colonel Farrell and his money he was countin'.
C                            Am
First I drew me pistols, and then I drew me rapier, sayin'
F                        C
"Stand and deliver for I am your bold deceiver."

[Chorus]
          G
   Mush-a-ring-um duram da,
   C
   Whack fol the daddy-o,
 Am              F
   Whack fol the daddy-o,
           C       G      C
   There's whiskey in the jar.

[Verse 2]
   C                            Am
He counted out his money and it made a pretty penny.
  F                        C
I put in me pocket to take home to darlin' Jenny.
    C                                 Am
She sighed and swore she loved me and never would deceive me,
        F                             C
But the devil take the women for they always lie so easy.

[Chorus]
          G
   Mush-a-ring-um duram da,
   C
   Whack fol the daddy-o,
 Am              F
   Whack fol the daddy-o,
           C       G      C
   There's whiskey in the jar.

[Verse 3]
  C                        Am
I went into me chamber all for to take a slumber,
   F                              C
To dream of gold and girls, and o'course it was no wonder-
   C                             Am
Me Jenny took me charges and she filled them up with water,
F                                C
Called on Colonel Farrell to get ready for the slaughter.

[Chorus]
          G
   Mush-a-ring-um duram da,
   C
   Whack fol the daddy-o,
 Am              F
   Whack fol the daddy-o,
           C       G      C
   There's whiskey in the jar.

[Verse 4]
C                     Am
Next mornin' early before I rose to travel,
   F                          C
A' came a band o' footmen and likewise Colonel Farrell.
  C                                Am
I goes to draw me pistol for she'd stole away me rapier,
      F                       C
But a prisoner I was taken- I couldn't shoot the water.

[Chorus]
          G
   Mush-a-ring-um duram da,
   C
   Whack fol the daddy-o,
 Am              F
   Whack fol the daddy-o,
           C       G      C
   There's whiskey in the jar.

[Verse 5]
     C                          Am
They put me into jail, with the judge all a-writin':
     F                          C
"For robbin' Colonel Farrell on Gilgarra Mountain."
         C                         Am
But they didn't take me fists so I knocked the jailer down,
    F                      C
And bid a farewell to this tight-fisted town.

[Chorus]
          G
   Mush-a-ring-um duram da,
   C
   Whack fol the daddy-o,
 Am              F
   Whack fol the daddy-o,
           C       G      C
   There's whiskey in the jar.

[Verse 6]
    C                            Am
I'd like to find me brother, the one that's in the army.
  F                                   C
I don't know where he's stationed, in Cork or in Killarney.
C                                 Am
Together we'd go roamin' o'er the mountains of Kilkenny,
      F                                  C
And I swear he'd treat me fairer than me darlin' sportin' Jenny.

[Chorus]
          G
   Mush-a-ring-um duram da,
   C
   Whack fol the daddy-o,
 Am              F
   Whack fol the daddy-o,
           C       G      C
   There's whiskey in the jar.

[Verse 7]
        C                         Am
There's some takes delight in the carriages and rollin',
    F                         C
And some takes delight in the hurley or the bollin'.
    C                      Am
But I takes delight in the juice of the barley,
F                            C
Courtin' pretty maids in the mornin' oh so early.

[Chorus]
          G
   Mush-a-ring-um duram da,
   C
   Whack fol the daddy-o,
 Am              F
   Whack fol the daddy-o,
           C       G      C
   There's whiskey in the jar.
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