Whiskey In The Jar taby ukulele według Traditional Irish

G                    Em
As I was goin' over the far famed Kerry mountains, 
  C                               G            D
I met with Captain Farrel and his money he was countin'
  G                            Em
I first produced me pistol and then produced me rapier,
     C                           G
Sayin' "Stand and deliver for you are a bold deceiver"

      D
Musha rig um du rum da
G
Whack fol the daddy O,
C
Whack fol the daddy O,
        G       D      G
There's whiskey in the jar.

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

      D
Musha rig um du rum da
G
Whack fol the daddy O,
C
Whack fol the daddy O,
        G       D      G
There's whiskey in the jar.

  G                          Em
I went up to my chamber, all for to take a slumber
  C                                 G              D
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure 't was no wonder
    G                             Em
But Jenny drew me charges and she filled them up with water
     C                              G
Then sent for captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter

      D
Musha rig um du rum da
G
Whack fol the daddy O,
C
Whack fol the daddy O,
        G       D      G
There's whiskey in the jar.

       G                            Em
't was early in the morning, just before I rose to travel
   C                               G            D
Up comes a band of footmen and likewise captain Farrell
  G                                Em
I first produced me pistol for she stole away me rapier
  C                              G
I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken

      D
Musha rig um du rum da
G
Whack fol the daddy O,
C
Whack fol the daddy O,
        G       D      G
There's whiskey in the jar.

    G                                Em
Now there's some take delight in the carriages a rolling
    C                          G               D
and others take delight in the hurling and the bowling
    G                     Em
but I take delight in the juice of the barley
    C                                 G
and courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early

      D
Musha rig um du rum da
G
Whack fol the daddy O,
C
Whack fol the daddy O,
        G       D      G
There's whiskey in the jar.

   G                          Em
If anyone can aid me 't is me brother in the army
   C                         G            D
If I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney
    G                             Em
And if he'll go with me, we'll go rovin' through Killkenny
    C                                      G
And I'm sure he'll treat me better than my own a-sporting Jenny

      D
Musha rig um du rum da
G
Whack fol the daddy O,
C
Whack fol the daddy O,
        G       D      G
There's whiskey in the jar.