Lyrics

As I was going over, the far famed Kerry Mountains
I met with Captain Farrel, and his money he was countin'
I frst produced me pistol, and then produced me rapier
Sayin' stand and deliver, for you are my bold deciever

Chorus
With you whack fol the diddley oh, whack for the diddly oh
Whack forl the diddly oh, there's whiskey in the jar

Icounted out me money, and it made a pretty penny
I put it in me pocket, and I gave it to me Jenny
She sighed and she swore, that she never would decieve me
But the Devil take the women, for they never can b easy

I went to me chamber, for to take a slumber
I deamt of golden jewels, and sure it was no wonder
For Jenny took me charges and she filled them up with water
And she sent for Captain Farrel, to be ready for the slaughter

T'was early in the morning, before I rose to travel
The guards were all around me, and likewise Captain Farrell
I then produced me pistol, ,for she stole away me rapier
But I couldn't shoot the water, So a prisoner I was taken

If anyone can help me, it's me brother in the army
I think that he is stationed in Cork, or in Killarney
And if he comes and joins me, we'll go rovin in Killarney
I swear he'd treat me better, than my darlin' sportin' Jenny