University of Glamorgan
Gaelic Football Club

O, Whack fol the diddle
O Whack fol the diddle
O, There's whiskey in the jar.

He counted out his money
And it made a pretty penny
I put in in my pocket
And I gave it to my Jenny
She sighed and she swore
That she never would betray me
But the devil take the women
For they never can be easy.

I went unto my chamber
All for to take a slumber
I dreamt of gold and jewels
And for sure it was no wonder
But Jenny drew my charges
And she filled them up with water
An' she sent for Captain Farrell,
To be ready for the slaughter.

And 'twas early in the morning
Before I rose to travel,
Up comes a band of footmen
And likewise Captain Farrell;
I then produced my pistol,
For she stole away my rapier
But I couldn't shoot the water
So a prisoner I was taken.

And if any one can aid me
'Tis my brother in the army
If I could learn his station,
In Cork or in Killarney.
And if he'd come and join me
We'd go-roving in Kilkenny
I'll engage he'd treat me fairer
Than my darling sporting Jenny.