Last stanza; Twhiskey in the Jar (Traditional) Spoken: All beside the river deep, the warriors there a vigil keep When the sun does rise and the day does break The warriors say "the west's awake" As I was a rovin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains I met with Captain Farrell and his money he was countin' I first produced my pistol, and then produced my rapier Sayin' stand and deliver for I am your bold receiver Well shirigim duraham da Wack fall the daddy oh, wack fall the daddy oh There's whiskey in the jar Well I counted out his money it made a pretty penny I put it in my pocket and took it home to Jenny She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me But the devil take the women for you know she tricked me easy I went into me chamber all for to take a slumber I dreamt of gold and j**els and for sure it was no wonder For Jenny stole my pistols, she filled them up with water Then she sent for Farrell to get ready for the slaughter It was early in the morning, before I rose to travel The guards all around me and likewise Captain Farrell I first produced my pistol for she'd stole away my rapier But I couldn't shoot with water so I prisoner I was taken I don't know who can aid me, my brother's in the army I don't know where he's stationed be it Cork or in k**arney Together we'll go roving o'are the mountains of k**kenney I know he'd treat me better than me darling' sporting Jenny It was early in the morning at the barracks in k**arney My brother took his leave, but he didn't tell the army The horses they were bought, it's all over but the shouting Now we wait for Farrell up on k**kenney Mountain