Whiskey In The Jar

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As I was a goin’ over the far famed Kerry mountains I met with Kirk Ferentz and his money he was counting. I first produced my Mertz and I then produced my Berger. Saying “stand and deliver” as if either had a receiver.

Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da. Whack for my daddy-o. Whack for my 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 Barry. He sighed and he swore that he never would deceive me. But the devil take the AD for they never can be easy.

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Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da. Whack for my daddy-o. Whack for my daddy-o. There’s whiskey in the jar.

I went up to my chamber, all for to take a slumber. I dreamt of gold and Rose Bowls and for sure ‘t was no wonder. But Barry drew me charges and he filled them up with water. Then sent for Kirk Ferentz to be ready for the slaughter.

Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da. Whack for my daddy-o. Whack for my daddy-o. There’s whiskey in the jar.

‘Twas was early in the morning, just before I rose to travel. Up comes a band of Hawkeyes and likewise Kirk Ferentz. I first produced me Mertz for he stole away me Berger. I couldn’t shoot the A-gap, so a prisoner I was taken.

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Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da. Whack for my daddy-o. Whack for my daddy-o. There’s whiskey in the jar.

Now there’s some take delight in the Tides that are a-Rollin’. And others take delight in the Hoosiers and the Buckeyes. But I take delight in the juice of the barley, and courting pretty bar maids in the morning bright and early

Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da. Whack for my daddy-o. Whack for my daddy-o. There’s whiskey in the jar.

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