Kilgerry Mountain from Mance Grady by Mance Grady & guest players

As I was a ridin' upon Kilgerry mountain
I met Colonel Farrell and his money he was countin'.
I drew forth me pistols, and I rattled out me saber,
Saying, "Stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver,"

musha ringum darum da
whack fol me daddy o
whack fol me daddy o
there's whiskey in the jar.

Those gold and silver coins, they did sparkle bright and jolly,
So I took the money home and I gave it to me Molly.
She promised and she swore that she never would deceive me.
But the devil's in the women, and they never can lie easy.

musha ringum darum da
whack fol me daddy o
whack fol me daddy o
there's whiskey in the jar

When I awoke the next morning between the hours of 6 and 7,
There were troopers standing around me in numbers odd and even.
I drew forth me pistols, but alas I was mistaken,
For Molly drowned the charges, and a prisoner I was taken.

Musha ringum darum da
whack fol me daddy o
whack fol me daddy o
there's whiskey in the jar

They took me to the jail, without a trial or writing,
For robbing Colonel Farrel upon Kilgerry Mountain.
But they couldn't take me fists, so I knocked the sentry down,
And bid a fond farewell to the judge in Sligo town.

Oh musha ringum darum da
whack fol me daddy o
whack fol me daddy o
there's whiskey in the jar.

Now some takes delight in a'fishing or in bowling.
And other takes delight in the carriages a'rolling.
But I takes delight in the juice of the barley,
And courting pretty girls in the morning oh so early.

musha ringum darum da
whack fol me daddy o
whack fol me daddy o
there's whiskey in the jar.

Oh yeah, whiskey!

(lilting by Popeye, um I mean, Hughie;-)

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