| As I was a-walkin' over Kilgary Mountain
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| I met with Capt. Pepper and his money he was countin'
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| I rattled my pistols and I drew forth my saber
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| Sayin', «Stand and deliver, for I am the bold deceiver»
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| Musha rig um du rum da
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| Whack fol the daddy o
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| Whack fol the daddy o
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| There’s whiskey in the jar
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| I counted out his money, and it made a pretty penny
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| I put it in my pocket for to take it home to Jenny
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| She promised and she vowed she never would deceive me
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| But the devil’s in the women and they always lie so easy
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| When I was awakened between six and seven
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| The guards all around me in numbers odd and even
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| I flew to my pistols, but alas I was mistaken
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| For Jenny’s drawn my pistols and a prisoner I was taken
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| They put me into prison without judge or writin'
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| For robbing Capt. Pepper on Kilgary Mountain
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| But they didn’t take my fists so I knocked the sentry down
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| And bid a fond farewell to the jail in Limric town
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| I wish I’d find my brother, the one that’s in the army
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| I don’t know where he’s stationed, in Cork or in Kelarny
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| Together we’d go ramblin o’er the mountains of Kilkenny
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| I know he’s treat me better than my darlin' sportin' Jenny
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| Now some take delight in fishin' and a-bowlin'
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| And others take delight in carriages a-rollin'
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| But I take delight in the juice of the barley
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| And courtin' pretty maidens in the morning oh so early |