| As I was a'going over Gilgarra mountain, |
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I spied Colonel Farrell and his money he was counting. |
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First I drew my pistol and then I drew my rapier, saying |
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"stand and deliver for I am your bold deceiver." |
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Mu-sha ring-um du-ram da. |
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there's whisky in the jar. |
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He counted out his money and it made a pretty penny, |
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I put it in my pocket to take home to darling Jenny. |
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She sighed and swore she loved me, and never would deceive me, |
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But the devil take the woman for the always lie so easy. |
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Mu-sha ring-um du-ram da... |
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I went into the chamber all for to take a slumber, |
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to dream of gold and girls. And of course it was no wonder, |
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me Jenny took me charges and she filled them up with water |
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called on Colonel Farrell to get ready for the slaughter |
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Mu-sha ring-um du-ram da... |
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Next morning early before I rose to travel, |
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a-came a band of footmen and likewise Colonel Farrell, |
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I goes to draw my pistol for she'd stole away my rapier. |
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But a prisoner I was taken I couldn't shoot the water. |
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Mu-sha ring-um du-ram da... |
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They put me into jail with a judge all a-writen' |
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robbing Colonel Farrell on Gilgarra mountain. |
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But they didn't take me fists and I knocked the jailer down, |
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and bid a farewell to this tight fisted town. |
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Mu-sha ring-um du-ram da... |
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I'd like to find me brother the one that's in the army, |
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I don't know where he's stationed |
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in Cork or in Killerney. Together we'd go roaming |
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over the mountains of Kilkenny, and I swear he'd treat me fairer |
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than me darling sporting Jenny. |
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Mu-sha ring-um du-ram da... |
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There's some takes delight in the carriages and rolling |
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some takes delight in the hurley or the bolling. |
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But I takes delight in the juice of the barley, |
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courting pretty maids in the morning, oh so early. |
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Mu-sha ring-um du-ram da... |
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