As I was going over the far fam’d Kerry mountain
I met with Captain Farrel And hiss money he was counting,
I first produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier
Sayin’, “Stand and deliver for you are my bold deceiver, O,

Whack fol the diddle, O, Whack fol the diddle, O, There’s whiskey in the jar
Whack fol the diddle, O, Whack fol the diddle, O, There’s whiskey in the jar.

He counted out his money and it made a pretty penny
I put it in my pocket and I gave it to my Jenny
She sighed and she swore that she never would betray me
But the devil take the women for they never can be easy.

I went unto my chamber all for to take a slumber
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder
But Jenny drew my charges and she filled them up with water
An’ she sent for Captain Farrell, to be ready for the slaughter.

And ’twas early in the morning before I rose to travel,
Up comes a band of footmen and likewise Captain Farrell;
I then produced my pistol, for she stole away my rapier
But I couldn’t shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken.

And if anyone can aid me ’tis my brother in the army,
If I could learn his station, in Cork or in Killarney.
And if he’d come and join me we’d go-roving in Kilkenny
I engage he’d treat me fairer than my darling sporting Jenny.