As I was going over Kilgarry Mountain, \
I spied Captain Farrell and his money he was countin'. \
I first produced me pistol, and then produced me rapier, \
Sayin' stand and deliver for I am your bold receiver. \

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Well shirigim duraham da \
Wack fall the daddy oh, wack fall the daddy oh \
There's whiskey in the jar._

He counted out his money, and it made a pretty penny, \
I put it in me 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 the always lie so easy. \

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I went into me chamber all for to take a slumber, \
To dream of gold and girls and of course it was no wonder, \
Me Jenny took me charges and she filled them up with water. \
Called on Captain Farrell to get ready for the slaughter. \

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Next morning early before I rose to travel, \
There came a band of footmen and likewise Captain Farrell \
I goes to draw me pistol for she'd stole away my rapier, \
But a prisoner I was taken, I couldn't shoot the water. \

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They put me into jail with a judge all a writin' \
For robbin' Captain Farrel on Kilgary Moutnain. \
But they didn't take me fists so I knocked the jailer down, \
And bid a farewell to this tightfisted town. \

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I'd like to find me brother, the one that's in the army, \
I don't know where he's stationed, in Cork or in Killarney. \
Together we'd go roving o'er the mountains of Killkenney \
And I swear he'd treat me better than darling sporting Jenny. \

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There's some takes delight in the carriages and rolling, \
Some takes delight in the hurley or the bowlin' \
But I takes delight in the juice of the barley, \
Counting pretty maids in the morning oh so early. \