Whiskey in the Jar (Kilgary Mountain) – Traditional Irish Folk Song

“Whiskey in the Jar” is one of the most beloved and widely performed traditional Irish folk songs, immortalized by generations of singers from the hills of Kerry to the pubs of Dublin — and far beyond. Known for its rollicking melody and defiant lyrics, the song tells the tale of a highwayman who robs a military officer and is later betrayed by his lover.

Sometimes set around Kilgary Mountain (or Kilmagenny, depending on the version), the story follows the classic theme of rebellion, romance, and betrayal. The protagonist, often referred to as a bold Irish rover or a highwayman, steals gold from a British officer — typically “Captain Farrell” — only to be turned in by his sweetheart, Molly or Jenny. In many renditions, her betrayal leads to his capture or death, though some versions allow him to escape.

What makes “Whiskey in the Jar” endure is its infectious chorus and the blend of humour, tragedy, and pride. The title line — “Musha ring dum a doo dum a da” — is instantly recognizable and often roared in pubs across Ireland, making it a favourite for singalongs.

The song’s roots stretch back to the 17th or 18th century, possibly inspired by real Irish outlaws or highwaymen, and it has taken on many regional variations throughout the years. Modern artists like The Dubliners, Thin Lizzy, and Metallica have all recorded their own takes, showcasing its versatility across genres.

Today, “Whiskey in the Jar” remains a cultural staple — a rebellious anthem echoing Ireland’s love for storytelling, music, and a good drink. Whether sung slowly with a fiddle or belted out with electric guitars, the soul of the song remains proudly Irish.




LYRICS

As I was walkin' around Kilgary
Mountain,
I met with Captain Pepper as his money
he was countin'.
I rattled my pistols and I drew forth my
sabre,
Sayin’, “Stand and deliver, for I am the
bold deceiver.”

Moosh-a rig um doo rum da
Whack fol the daddy o
Whack fol the daddy o
There’s whiskey in the jar

The shinin’ golden coins looked so
bright and jolly,
I took them with me home and I gave them
to my Molly.
She promised and she vowed that she
never would deceive me,
But the devil’s in the women and they
never can be easy.

Moosh-a rig um doo rum da
Whack fol the daddy o
Whack fol the daddy o
There’s whiskey in the jar

When I was awakened between six and
seven,
The guards were all around me in numbers
odd and even.
I flew to my pistols, but alas I was
mistaken 
For Molly’s drawn my pistols, and a
prisoner I was taken.

Moosh-a rig um doo rum da
Whack fol the daddy o
Whack fol the daddy o
There’s whiskey in the jar
They put me into jail without judge or
writin’,
For robbin’ Colonel Pepper on Kilgary
Mountain.
But they didn’t take my fists, so I
knocked the sentry down,
And bid a fond farewell to the jail in
Sligo town.

Moosh-a rig um doo rum da
Whack fol the daddy o
Whack fol the daddy o
There’s whiskey in the jar

Now some take delight in fishin’ and in
bowlin’,
And others take delight in carriages a
-rollin’.
But I take delight in the juice of the
barley,
And courtin’ pretty girls in the morning
so early.

Moosh-a rig um doo rum da
Whack fol the daddy o
Whack fol the daddy o
There’s whiskey in the jar


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