Whiskey in the Jar Chords by The Dubliners

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_ _ _ _ As I was going [Am] over the far-famed Kerry mountains, [F] I met with Captain Farrell [C] and his money he was counting.
I first produced me pistol and I [Am] then produced me [F] rapier.
Thanks, now, now, deliver for [C] you are a bold deceiver, [G] Mushroom, no, no, no, no.
[C] Wack-a-doodle-da-dee [F]-oh, Wack-a-doodle [C]-da-dee-oh, there's whiskey in the jar.
I counted out his money [Am] and it made a pretty penny.
[F] I put it in me pocket [C] and I took it home to Jenny.
She sighed and she swore [Am] that she never would deceive me.
[F] But the devil tamed the [C] women for they never can be easy, [G]
Mushroom, no, no, no, no.
[C] Wack-a-doodle-da-dee [F]-oh, Wack-a-doodle-da-dee [Em]-oh, there's whiskey [C] in the jar.
I went unto my [Am] chamber all for to take a [F] snubber.
I dreamt of golden jewels [C] and for sure it was no wonder.
But Jenny drew me charged and she [Am] filled them up with water.
[F] Then sent for Captain Farrell [C] to be ready for the slaughter, [G] Mushroom, no, no, no, no.
[C] _ Wack-a-doodle-da [F]-dee-oh, [C] Wack-a-doodle-da-dee [G]-oh, there's whiskey [C] in the jar.
Cause early in the morning [Am] just before I rose to travel,
[F]
Up comes upon the foot [C] man and like, where's Captain Farrell?
I first produced me pistol [Am] for she'd stolen away me rapier.
[F] But I couldn't shoot the water [C] so a prisoner I was taken.
[G]
Wack-a-doodle-da _ [C] _ _ -dee [F]-oh, Wack-a-doodle-da-dee-oh, [G] there's whiskey [C] in the jar.
Now there's some take the light in [Am] the carriages a-rolling,
[F] And others take [C] the light in the harley and the bowling.
But I take the light [Am] in the juice of the barley,
And [F] courting pretty [C] fair days in the morning bright and early.
[G] Wack-a-doodle-da [C] _ _ -dee-oh, [F] Wack-a-doodle-da [Am]-dee-oh, [G] there's [C] whiskey in the jar.
If anyone can aid me, it is [Am] me brother in the army.
[F] If I can find a [C] station in Porcarin, Killarney,
And if he'll go with me, [Am] we'll go roaming in Kilkenny.
[F] And I'm sure he'll treat me better [C] than me only sporting Jenny.
[G] Wack-a-doodle-da [C] _ _ _ [F]-dee-oh, Wack-a-doodle-da-dee-oh, [Em] there's whiskey [C] in the jar.
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