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    The song tells a story about robbing Colonel Farrell while he was counting money on Gilgarra Mountain. The narrator's lover Jenny betrayed him by filling his pistol with water, allowing him to be captured. He was imprisoned but managed to escape. The chorus references whiskey in a jar.

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    The song tells a story about robbing Colonel Farrell while he was counting money on Gilgarra Mountain. The narrator's lover Jenny betrayed him by filling his pistol with water, allowing him to be captured. He was imprisoned but managed to escape. The chorus references whiskey in a jar.

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    The song tells a story about robbing Colonel Farrell while he was counting money on Gilgarra Mountain. The narrator's lover Jenny betrayed him by filling his pistol with water, allowing him to be captured. He was imprisoned but managed to escape. The chorus references whiskey in a jar.

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    The song tells a story about robbing Colonel Farrell while he was counting money on Gilgarra Mountain. The narrator's lover Jenny betrayed him by filling his pistol with water, allowing him to be captured. He was imprisoned but managed to escape. The chorus references whiskey in a jar.

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    WHISKEY IN THE JAR
    Irish folk song
    2. 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 she loved me and never would
    deceive me,
    Bu the devil take the women, for they always lie so easy!
    Musha rungum duram da
    3. I went into me chamber all for to take a slumber,
    To dream of gold and girls, and of course it was no wonder:
    Me Jenny took me charges and she filled them up with water,
    Called on Colonel Farrell to get ready for the slaughter.
    Musha rungum duram da
    4. Next mornin' early, before I rose for travel,
    A-came a band of footmen and likewise Colonel Farrell.
    I goes to draw my pistol, for she'd stole away my rapier,
    But a prisoner I was taken, I couldn't shoot the water.
    Musha rungum duram da
    5. They put me into jail with a judge all a-writin':
    For robbin' Colonel Farrell on Gilgarra Mountain.
    But they didn't take me fists and I knocked
    the jailer down
    And bid a farewell to this tight-fisted town.
    Musha ringum duram da
    6. I'd like to find me brother, the one who's in the army;
    I don't know where he's stationed, be it Cork or
    in Killarney.
    Together we'd go roamin' o'er the mountains of Kilkenny,
    And I swear he'd treat me fairer than my darlin'
    sportin' Jenny!
    Musha ringum duram da
    7. There's some takes delight in the carriages and rollin',
    Some takes delight in the hurley or the bollin',
    But I takes delight in the juice of the barley,
    Courtin' pretty maids in the mornin', o so early!
    Musha ringum duram da
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