Lyrics:

As I was going over the fair Kilmagenny mountains
I met with Captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced me pistol, and I then produced me rapier
Said, 'Stand and deliver, for I am the bold deceiver'

Musha ring dumma do damma da
Whack for my daddy 'ol
Whack for my daddy 'ol
There's whiskey in the jar

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

Musha ring dumma do damma da
Whack for my daddy 'ol
Whack for my daddy 'ol
There's whiskey in the jar

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

Musha ring dumma do damma da
Whack for my daddy 'ol
Whack for my daddy 'ol
There's whiskey in the jar

'Twas early in the morning, before I rose to travel
Up comes a footman and likewise captain Farrell
I first produced my pistol, for she stole away my rapier
I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken

Musha ring dumma do damma da
Whack for my daddy 'ol
Whack for my daddy 'ol
There's whiskey in the jar

If anyone can aid me, 'tis my brother in the army
If I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney
And if he'll go with me, we'll go roving near Kilkenny
He's sure to treat me better than me own besporting Jenny

Musha ring dumma do damma da
Whack for my daddy 'ol
Whack for my daddy 'ol
There's whiskey in the jar

There's some take delight in the carriages a rolling
And others take delight in the gambling and the roving
But I take delight in the juice of the barley
And courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early

Musha ring dumma do damma da
Whack for my daddy 'ol
Whack for my daddy 'ol
There's whiskey in the jar