Chords for Whiskey In The Jar (Live) - Darby O'Gill

[D] _ _ Thanks for coming out tonight. _ _
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_ [A] _ _ _ _ [D] What for the [Bm] daddy-o?
What [G] for the daddy-o?
[D] There's whiskey in the jar.
Well I counted up his money [Bm] and it made a pretty penny.
[G] So I put it in [D] my pocket and I took it [Bm] home to Jenny.
She [D] vowed and she swore [Bm] she never would deceive me.
[G] But the devil take a [D] woman for he never [Bm] can go easy.
[A] For sure he never did or never [D] died.
What for the daddy [Bm]-o?
What [G] for the daddy [D]-o?
There's whiskey in the jar.
I went into my chamber [Bm] for to take my [G] slumber.
And I dreamed of gold and [D] jewels.
Sure [Bm] it was no wonder, [D] oh, but Jenny took my charges.
[Bm] She filled them up with [G] water.
Then she sent for Captain [D] Farrell to be ready for [Bm] my [A] slaughter.
But sure in the day or in the [D] night.
What for the daddy [Bm]-o?
[G] What for the daddy [D]-o?
There's whiskey in the jar.
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[Bm] Oh, [A] my sure in heaven or heaven dies.
[D] What for the [G] daddy-o?
What for the daddy [D]-o?
There's whiskey in the jar.
_ As I rose up next morning, [Bm] well it surely did [D] astound me.
[G] There was Captain [D] Farrell and his [Bm] guards were all around [D] me.
So I produced my best [Bm] of four.
Well, she'd stolen away the rapier, [G] but I couldn't shoot the [D] water.
So a prisoner [Bm] I was [A] taking a mustering in the dear of the [D] night.
What for [Bm] the daddy-o?
What [G] for the daddy [D]-o?
There's whiskey in the jar.
_ Well, they took me to [Bm] jail with neither judge nor [G] righty.
For Robin, Captain [D] Farrell, upon his [Bm] eager remount.
[D] But they didn't take me fast, [Bm] and I knocked the jailer [G] down.
And I gave a fond farewell [D] to the [Bm] jailer, slagged it down.
[A] Well, my sure in heaven or heaven [D] dies.
What for the daddy [Bm]-o?
What [G] for the daddy [D]-o?
There's whiskey in the jar.
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Oh, [A] my sure in heaven or heaven dies.
[D] What for the [Bm] daddy-o?
[D] What [G] for the daddy-o?
[D] There's whiskey in the jar.
Now, if anyone can aid [Bm] me, it's my brother in the [G] army.
Though I don't know where he's [D] stationed, is it Cork or [Bm] in [D] Killarney?
Together we'd go [Bm] roaming or the mountains in [D] Kilkenny.
[G] And I'm sure he'd treat me [D] better than me [Bm] darling Spartan [A] Jenny.
My sure in heaven or heaven [D] dies.
What for the daddy [Bm]-o?
[G] What for the daddy [D]-o?
There's whiskey in the jar.
One more time.
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[F#m] _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _ _ [Bm] Oh, [A] my sure in heaven or heaven dies.
[D] What for the [Bm] daddy-o?
What [G] for the daddy [D]-o?
There's whiskey in the jar.
Now, some men take delight in [Bm] the hurling or the bowling.
_ [G] Others take delight [C#] [D] in their carriages [Bm] a-rolling.
[D] Like me, I take delight [Bm] in the juice of the barley.
[G] And Cork and pretty fair meet [D] in the morning, [Bm] bright and [A] early.
My sure in heaven or heaven [D] dies.
What for [Bm] the daddy-o?
[G] What for the daddy [D]-o?
There's whiskey in the jar.
My sure [A] in heaven or heaven dies.
[D] What for the [Bm] daddy-o?
[G] What for the daddy [D]-o?
There's whiskey [A] in [D] the jar. _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ Thank you. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Yeah, we have heard the Metallica version.
_ _ _ Metallica's got nothing on us, man.
_ Except the women, _ _ the money and the cars. _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ [F#] I just saw [B] Jim in here.
Where's Jim?
_ _ He's out the door, is he?
He came in, heard us and ran away? _ _ _
Figures.
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[Dm] _ [E] Okay, now here's your chance.
_ How many of you here by a show of hands have never heard Darby O'Gill before? _
[N] _ _ _ _ _ [E] There's our sound man with his hand up. _ _ _ _ _
Thanks a lot, Reverend.
_ [G#m] _ [E] We'd like to do [G] a_
We've decided that any [N] live CD that's recorded in an Irish pub by an Irish band
to an audience that likes that kind of thing _
should at least have one sort of a soft ballad in it, a sad song.
And so we're going to give you this one.
If you'll bear with us. _
This is a song you can drink beer during the song.
It doesn't interfere with anything at all except your vision [E] later. _ _
_ _ _ [N] _ _ _ So here's a soft sort of a sad ballad.
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