As [C]I was going over the [Am]Cork and Kerry mountains

I [F]met with captain Farrell and his [C]money he was counting,

I first produced my pistol and [Am]then produced my rapier,

Saying [F]“Stand and deliver for you [C]are my bold deceiver.”

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With your [G]ring dum-a do dun-a da!

[C]Whack fol the daddy oh! [F]Whack fol the daddy oh!

There’s [C]whiskey [G]in the [C]jar.

He [C]counted out his money and it [Am]was a pretty penny

I [F]put it in my pocket and I [C]took it home to Jenny.

She sighed and she swore that [Am]never would she leave me,

But the [F]devil take the women for they [C]never can be easy.

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I [C]went in to my chamber all [Am]for to take a slumber,

I [F]dreamt of gold and jewels and for [C]sure it was no wonder,

For Jenny drew my charges and then [Am]filled them up with water,

And she [F]sent for Captain Farrell to be [C]ready for the slaughter.

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’Twas [C]early in the morning be-[Am]fore I rose to travel,

Up [F]crept a band of footmen and sure [C]with them Captain Farrell,

I then produced my pistol for she [Am]stole away my rapier,

But I [F]couldn’t shoot the water so a [C]prisoner I was taken.

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If [C]anyone can help me it’s my [Am]brother in the army,

If [F]I could learn his station be it [C]Cork or in Killarney,

And if he’d come and join me we’d go [Am]roving in Kilkenney,

I [F]know he’d treat me fairer than me [C]darling sporting Jenny.

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