Lyrics

One day in the garden
Among them woody plants
A cunning serpent
Makes a very clever plan
Hanging there in the garden
A red apple bright
Will it give us the power
To know wrong from right?

I don’t know why we always try to be
I don’t know why we always try to be
I don’t know why we always try to be
All covered up

One day in the garden
Can you hear the owner shout
Where are my tenants
Why do they shut me out
Hiding there in the bushes
Man and wife holding hands
Can they keep out the daylight
In the leaves of an ivy plant

One day while I’m walking
A strange thing catches sight
Lying there on the sidewalk
A lip-stained Player’s Light
Lungs filled with a blue haze
Last puff and she flicks it away
Doesn’t she look handsome
With red lip gloss today?

As I was a goin’ over the far famed Kerry mountains
I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced me pistol and I then produced me rapier
Saying “Stand and deliver” for he were a bold deceiver

Mush-a ring dumb-a do dumb-a da
Whack fall the daddy-o, whack fall the daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar

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

Mush-a ring dumb-a do dumb-a da
Whack fall the daddy-o, whack fall the daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar

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

Mush-a ring dumb-a do dumb-a da
Whack fall the daddy-o, whack fall the daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar

‘Twas early in the morning, before I rose to travel
Up comes a band of footmen and likewise captain Farrell
I first produced me pistol for she’d stolen away my rapier
I couldn’t shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken

Mush-a ring dumb-a do dumb-a da
Whack fall the daddy-o, whack fall the daddy-o
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 roamin’ through Kilkenney
And I’m sure he’ll treat me better than my own me sportin’ Jenny

Mush-a ring dumb-a do dumb-a da
Whack fall the daddy-o, whack fall the daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar

There’s some take delight in the carriages a rollin’
And others take delight in the hurly and the bowling
But I take delight in the juice of the barley
And courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early

Mush-a ring dumb-a do dumb-a da
Whack fall the daddy-o, whack fall the daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar

Mush-a ring dumb-a do dumb-a da
Whack fall the daddy-o, whack fall the daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar