As I was going over the far-famed Kerry Mountains
I met with Captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol, and then produced my rapier
Saying “stand and deliver for I am a bold deceiver”
Musha ring dum a do dum a da
Whack fol the daddy-o, whack fol the daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar
I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny
I put it in my pocket and I took it home to Jenny
She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me
But the devil take the women for they never can be easy
I went into my chamber all for to take a slumber
I dreamt of gold and jewels, and sure it was no wonder
That Jenny took my changes and she filled them up with water
And sent for Captain Farrell to make ready for the slaughter
T’was early in the morning, afore I rose to travel
Up comes a band of footmen, and likewise Captain Farrell
I first produced my pistol for she’d stolen away my rapier
But I couldn’t shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken
Well they threw me in the jail, said the years I would be counting
For robbing Captain Farrell in the far-famed Kerry Mountains
But they didn’t take me fists so I knocked the jailer down
And I bid a fond farewell to that jail in Liverpool town
If anyone can aid me it’s my brother in the army
If I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney
And if he’ll go with me we’ll go roving in Kilkenny
I’m sure he’ll treat me better than my own disporting Jenny
There’s some take delight in the hurling and the bowling
And some take delight in the carriages a-rolling
But I take delight in the juice of the barley
And courting pretty, fair maids in the morning bright and early