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Whiskey In The Jar Chords

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***WHISKEY IN THE JAR - Traditional
from the Yeah Yeah Yeah 12" and Jack's Heros single

Whiskey In The Jar - as perfomed by The Pogues & The Dubliners

   C                    Am
As I was going over the far famed Kerry mountains,
  F                                C
I met with Captain Farrell and his money he was count'n.
                                Am
I first produced me pistol, and then produced me rapier,
        F                        C
Saying stand and deliver for you are the bold deceiver.
       G
Musha rig um du rum da
C
Whack fol the daddy o
F
Whack fol the daddy o
        C       G      C
There's whiskey in the jar

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

Chorus

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

Chorus

'Twas early in the morning before I rose to travel,
Up comes a band of footmen and likewise Captain Farrell;
I first produce my pistol, for she stole away my rapier
But I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken.

Chorus

And if anyone 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 through Kilkenny,
I'm sure he'd treat me fairer than my own sporting Jenny.

Chorus

There's some takes delight in the carriages a rolling,
Some takes delight in the hurley or the bowlin'.
But I takes delight in the juice of the barley,
And courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early.

Chorus
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oasislad06 139 Apr 23, 2007 09:10 AM

when it syas the money he was counting u have to play a G at that bit

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janhauenstein 10 Apr 02, 2017 11:46 AM

Song is in the key of A.

Whiskey In The Jar Traditional

Capo 2nd fret

(C) (G) (D) (G)
As (G)I was going over the (Em)far-famed Kerry mountains,
I (C)met with Captain Farrell and his (G)money he was countin'.
I first produced me pistol, and (Em)then produced me rapier,
Saying, (C)''Stand and deliver, for I (G)am the bold deceiver.''

Musha (D)rig um a-du rum a-da, (G) whack fol the daddy-o,
(C) Whack fol the daddy-o, there's (G)whiskey (D)in the (G)jar.

I counted out his money, and it (Em)made a pretty penny,
I (C)put it in me pocket and I (G)took it home to Jenny.
She sighed and she swore that she (Em)never would deceive me,
But the (C)devil take the women, for they (G)never can be easy.

Musha (D)rig um a-du rum a-da, (G) whack fol the daddy-o,
(C) Whack fol the daddy-o, there's (G)whiskey (D)in the (G)jar.

I went up to me chamber all (Em)for to take a slumber,
I (C)dreamt of gold and jewels, and (G)sure it was no wonder,
But Jenny drew me charges and she (Em)filled them up with water,
And (C)sent for Captain Farrel to be (G)ready for the slaughter.

Musha (D)rig um a-du rum a-da, (G) whack fol the daddy-o,
(C) Whack fol the daddy-o, there's (G)whiskey (D)in the (G)jar.

'Twas early in the morning be(Em)fore I rose to travel,
Up (C)comes a band of footmen and (G)likewise Captain Farrell,
I first produce my pistol, for she (Em)stole away my rapier,
But I (C)couldn't shoot the water, so a (G)prisoner I was taken.

Musha (D)rig um a-du rum a-da, (G) whack fol the daddy-o,
(C) Whack fol the daddy-o, there's (G)whiskey (D)in the (G)jar.
- Instrumental verse & chorus -

And if anyone can aid me, 'tis my (Em)brother in the army,
If (C)I could find his station, in (G)Cork or in Killarney.
And if he'd go with me, we'd go (Em)roving through Kilkenny,
I'm (C)sure he'd treat me fairer than (G)my own sporting Jenny.

Musha (D)rig um a-du rum a-da, (G) whack fol the daddy-o,
(C) Whack fol the daddy-o, there's (G)whiskey (D)in the (G)jar.

There's some take delight in the (Em)carriages a rolling,
And (C)others take delight in the (G)hurley and the bowlin',
But I takes delight in the (Em)juice of the barley,
And (C)(hold)courting pretty (C)(hold)fair maids
In the (G)(hold)morning (D)(hold)bright and (G)(hold)early.

Musha (D)rig um a-du rum a-da, (G) whack fol the daddy-o,
(C) Whack fol the daddy-o, there's (G)whiskey (D)in the (G)jar.

Musha (D)rig um a-du rum a-da, (G) whack fol the daddy-o,
(C) Whack fol the daddy-o, there's (G)whiskey (D)in the (G)jar.

This is The Pogues' & The Dubliners' version

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www.janhauenstein.com

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