Whiskey In The Jar - Dubliners, ukulele chords

Published: 2021-08-31 20:06
Selection chords: Sarah Harris

 G                    Em
As I was going over the far famed Kerry mountains,
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I met with Captain Farrell and his money he was countʼn.
 G                    Em
I first produced me pistol, and I then produced me rapier,
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Saying stand and deliver for you are the bold deceiver.

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Musha rin du-rum do du-rum da
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Whack for my daddy-o
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Whack for my daddy-o
 G D G
Thereʼs whiskey in the jar

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

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Musha rin du-rum do du-rum da
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Whack for my daddy-o
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Whack for my daddy-o
 G D G
Thereʼs whiskey in the jar

 G                    Em
I went up to me chamber all for to take a slumber
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I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder,
 G                    Em
But Jenny drew me charges and she filled them up with water,
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And sent for Captain Farrel, to be ready for the slaughter.

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Musha rin du-rum do du-rum da
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Whack for my daddy-o
 C
Whack for my daddy-o
 G D G
Thereʼs whiskey in the jar

 G                    Em
It was early in the morning just before I rose to travel,
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Up comes a band of footmen and likewise Captain Farrell;
 G                    Em
I first produce my pistol, for she stole away me rapier
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But I couldnʼt shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken.

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Musha rin du-rum do du-rum da
 G
Whack for my daddy-o
 C
Whack for my daddy-o
 G D G
Thereʼs whiskey in the jar

 G                    Em
If anyone can aid me, it ʼs my brother in the army,
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If I can find his station down in Cork or in Killarney.
 G                    Em
And if he come and save me, we ʼll go roving in Kilkenny,
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And I swear he ʼll treat me better than me darling sporting Jenny

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Musha rin du-rum do du-rum da
 G
Whack for my daddy-o
 C
Whack for my daddy-o
 G D G
Thereʼs whiskey in the jar

 G                    Em
Now Thereʼs some take delight in the carriages a rolling,
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And others take delight in the hurling and the bowling
 G                    Em
But I take delight in the juice of the barley,
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And courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early.

 D
Musha rin du-rum do du-rum da
 G
Whack for my daddy-o
 C
Whack for my daddy-o
 G D G
Thereʼs whiskey in the jar