As I was a-goin' over Gilgarra Mountain I spied Colonel Farrell, and his money he was countin'. First I drew my pistols and then I drew my rapier, Sayin' "Stand and deliver, for I am your bold receiver." Musha ringum duram da, Whack fol the 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 to take home to darlin' Jenny. She sighed and swore… read more