Whiskey in the Jar

As I was foing over the far farm'd Kerry mountain,
I met with Captain Farrel, and his money he was countin',
I first produced my pistol, and I then produced my rapier
Sayin': "Stand and deliver for you are my bold deciever."

   Musha ring dum a doo dum a da,
   Whack fol de daddy o
   Whack fol de daddy o
   There's whiskey in the jar

He counted out his money, and it made a pretty penny,
I put it in my pocket, and ggave it to my Janny, 
She sighed, and she swore that she would never betray me,
But the devil take the women for they never can be easy.

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

And 'twas early in the morning before I rose to travel,
Up comes a band of footmen and likewise, Captain Farrel
I then produced my pistol for she stole away my rapier,
But I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken.

(another verse here)

If any one 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 in Kilkenny,
I'll engage he'd treat me fairer than my darling sporting Jenny.

(Traditional)