Whiskey in the jar

As I was goin’ over the cork and kerry mountains
I saw captain farrell and his money he was countin’
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
I said stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya

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 and it was a pretty penny
I took all of his money and I brought it home to molly
She swore that she’d love me, never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman for you know she tricked me easy

Being drunk and weary I went to molly’s chamber
Takin’ my money with me and I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven in walked captain farrell
I jumped up, fired off my pistols and I shot him with both barrels

Now some men like the fishin’ and some men like the fowlin’
And some men like ta hear a cannon ball a roarin’
Me I like sleepin’ specially in my molly’s chamber
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain yeah

The night Visitor

As sung by Tam and Sandy, and now by Rab and Drew.

I must away love, I can no longer tarry
The morning tempest I have to cross
I will be guided without a star love
Into the arms I love the best

I walked up tae her bedroom windae
I leant my back there against a stane
I whispered softly intae her windae
"My darling lassie, dae ye lie alane?"

She raised her head from her snowy pillow
And with her arms raised across her breast
Said "Who is this at my bedroom windae
"Disturbing me at my long night's rest?"

I said "My true love, its you own true lover
"Open the door now and let me in
"For I have come on a long, long journey
"And I am drenched unto the skin"

She opened the door then without a murmur
Opened the door then and let me in
We gently kissed and embraced each other
And in the morning we lay as yin

The day was dawning, the cocks were crawing
The birds were whistling in every tree
Farewell my true love, for I must leave ye
For now the long night has turned to day

I must away love, I can no longer tarry
The morning tempest I have to cross
I will be guided without a star love
Intae the arms I love the best