Gilgarra Mountain

C  Am  F  G

[Verse 1]
   C                  Am
As I was a goin' over Gilgarra 
Mountain,
  F                            
I spied Colonel Farrell and his 
 C
money he was countin'.
C                            Am
First I drew me pistols, and then I 
drew me rapier, sayin'
F                        C
"Stand and deliver for I am your 
bold deceiver."

[Chorus]
          G
   Mush-a-ring-um duram da,
   C
   Whack fol the daddy-o,
 Am              F
   Whack fol the daddy-o,
           C       G      C
   There's whiskey in the jar.

[Verse 2]
   C                            Am
He counted out his money and it made
 a pretty penny.
  F                        C
I put in me pocket to take home to 
darlin' Jenny.
    C                            
She sighed and swore she loved me 
     Am
and never would deceive me,
        F                       
But the devil take the women for 
      C
they always lie so easy.

[Chorus]
          G
   Mush-a-ring-um duram da,
   C
   Whack fol the daddy-o,
 Am              F
   Whack fol the daddy-o,
           C       G      C
   There's whiskey in the jar.

[Verse 3]
  C                        Am
I went into me chamber all for to 
take a slumber,
   F                           
To dream of gold and girls, and 
   C
o'course it was no wonder-
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   C                             
Me Jenny took me charges and she 
Am
filled them up with water,
F                                
Called on Colonel Farrell to get 
C
ready for the slaughter.

[Chorus]
          G
   Mush-a-ring-um duram da,
   C
   Whack fol the daddy-o,
 Am              F
   Whack fol the daddy-o,
           C       G      C
   There's whiskey in the jar.

[Verse 4]
C                     Am
Next mornin' early before I rose to 
travel,
   F                         
A' came a band o' footmen and 
 C
likewise Colonel Farrell.
  C                                
I goes to draw me pistol for she'd 
Am
stole away me rapier,
      F                      
But a prisoner I was taken- I 
 C
couldn't shoot the water.

[Chorus]
          G
   Mush-a-ring-um duram da,
   C
   Whack fol the daddy-o,
 Am              F
   Whack fol the daddy-o,
           C       G      C
   There's whiskey in the jar.

[Verse 5]
     C                         
They put me into jail, with the 
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judge all a-writin':
     F                         
"For robbin' Colonel Farrell on 
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Gilgarra Mountain."
         C                         
But they didn't take me fists so I 
Am
knocked the jailer down,
    F                     
And bid a farewell to this 
 C
tight-fisted town.

[Chorus]
          G
   Mush-a-ring-um duram da,
   C
   Whack fol the daddy-o,
 Am              F
   Whack fol the daddy-o,
           C       G      C
   There's whiskey in the jar.

[Verse 6]
    C                            
I'd like to find me brother, the one
Am
 that's in the army.
  F                                
I don't know where he's stationed, 
   C
in Cork or in Killarney.
C                                 
Together we'd go roamin' o'er the 
Am
mountains of Kilkenny,
      F                         
And I swear he'd treat me fairer 
         C
than me darlin' sportin' Jenny.

[Chorus]
          G
   Mush-a-ring-um duram da,
   C
   Whack fol the daddy-o,
 Am              F
   Whack fol the daddy-o,
           C       G      C
   There's whiskey in the jar.

[Verse 7]
        C                         
There's some takes delight in the 
Am
carriages and rollin',
    F                         C
And some takes delight in the hurley
 or the bollin'.
    C                      Am
But I takes delight in the juice of 
the barley,
F                            C
Courtin' pretty maids in the mornin'
 oh so early.

[Chorus]
          G
   Mush-a-ring-um duram da,
   C
   Whack fol the daddy-o,
 Am              F
   Whack fol the daddy-o,
           C       G      C
   There's whiskey in the jar.