| I have been a rover I have been a bold deceiver
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| But now I make me livin' with me pistols and me rapier
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| I don’t know what I’ve stolen, but twould make a pretty penny
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| I almost lost it all to me darlin sportin jenny
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| Musha ring um dur um da
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| Wack fol the daddy-o
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| Wack fol the daddy-o
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| There’s whiskey in the jar
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| I robbed colonel Farrel up on Gilgarry Mountain
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| I took the gold to Jenny just to help me with the countin'
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| But Jenny called the guards
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| Lord I never saw so many
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| I almost lost my freedom with my darling sporting Jenny
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| Musha ring um dur um da
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| Wack fol the daddy-o
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| Wack fol the daddy-o
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| There’s whiskey in the jar
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| I’d like to find me brother he’s the one that’s in the army
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| I don’t know where he’s stationed
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| Be it Cork or in Killarney
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| Together we’d go roamin' o’er the mountains of Killkenny
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| I’d swear he’d treat me fairer than my darling sportin' Jenny
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| Musha ring um dur um da
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| Wack fol the daddy-o
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| Wack fol the daddy-o
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| There’s whiskey in the jar
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| 'Twas early in the morning at the barracks of Killarney
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| My brother took his leave
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| But he didn’t tell the army
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| Our horses they were speeding
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| 'twas all over but the shoutin'
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| Now we make our livin' up on Killgary Mountain
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| Musha ring um dur um da
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| Wack fol the daddy-o
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| Wack fol the daddy-o
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| There’s whiskey in the jar
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| Musha ring um dur um da
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| Wack fol the daddy-o
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| Wack fol the daddy-o
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| There’s whiskey in the jar |