he was a bold deceiver Chorus: Musha ring dumma do dumma daa Wack fol the daddy-ol Wack fol the daddy-ol There's whisky in the jar I counted out his
, for I am a bold deceiver." Chorus: Musha rig um du rum da, Whack fol the daddy o, Whack fol the daddy o, There's whisky in the jar. The gold and silver
a ring dum a doo dum a da Whack for my daddy'o Whack for my daddy'o There's whiskey in the jar'o Whiskey in the jar'o Mush a ring dum a doo dum a da
Translation: The Seekers. Whisky In The Jar.
Last stanza; TWhiskey in the Jar (Traditional) Spoken: All beside the river deep, the warriors there a vigil keep When the sun does rise and the
devil he may take ya Musha ring dum a do dum a da Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o I took all of his money and
the jar Mush-a-ree dum a doo dum a di Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar Mush-a-ree dum a doo dum a di Whack for
he may take ya Must ya ring dum a doo dum a da What for my daddy-o What for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o I took all of his money and it
and deliver, for I am your bold deceiver." Musha ringum duram da, Whack fol the daddy-o, Whack fol the daddy-o, There's whiskey in the jar. He counted
smiling at his reflection in his spade He's visiting the seediest, the shallowest of graves The vocal chords of elephants and the characters of mice They're singing, "Whisky, whisky
re guilty For calling a split Because it was time... But now, you can't handle it When I saw you All alone in the bar You were busy drinking Whisky by the jar
well With me tiiddery idle loodle lum a da Me tiiddery idle loodle lum a da Me right for tooral addee o there's whisky in the jar The French are fighting
loo ra doo de da a too ra loo ra loo ra doo de da me rikes fall too ra laddie-o there's whisky in the jar Oh, whisky you're the devil you're leading
in Russian roulette I'm takin' a chance and I'm gunnin' for red Lost my shirt headed for the bar Gonna drown my sorrows in a whisky jar Head hung
devil he may take you" Musha ring dum a doo dum a da Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o I took all of his money
Sailing the alley, black scarf round my head My old shopping-trolley heels close to the wind Limping the gutter on my wooden limb Smelling of whisky,
Russian roulette I'm takin' a chance and I'm gunnin' for red Lost my shirt headed for the bar Gonna drown my sorrows in a whisky jar Head hung low because
back like a Wild One But Johnny the Fox he had a loaded gun He broke out in a Cold, Cold Sweat Another Bad Habit he could never forged With a Whisky Jar
