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As _I was a goin' o _ ver _Kilgary mountain _
I spied B _ ill Pepper a _ nd his money h _ e was countin´_ _
First I d _ rew my pistols, _ and then I d _ rew my saber _
Sayin´ " Stand and de liver, for I am the bold de ceiver"_
M _ usha rig-um d _ _ _ urum da durum
Wack _ fol the daddy- _ o
Wack _ fol the daddy- _ o
There´s whiskey in the jar
I counted up my money, I added up a pretty penny
Push it in my pocket and I took it home to my Molly
She promised then, She vowed, she never would de ceive me
But the devil's in the women for they never can be easy
M _ usha rig-um d _ _ _ urum da durum
Wack _ fol the daddy- _ o
Wack _ fol the daddy- _ o
There´s whiskey in the jar
Well when I awoke between the hours of six and seven
The guards were standing on my bed in numbers odd and even
I reach for my pistols but I saw it was mis taken
I fired off my pitols so a prisoner I was taken
M _ usha rig-um d _ _ _ urum da durum
Wack _ fol the daddy- _ o
Wack _ fol the daddy- _ o
There´s whiskey in the jar
They through me into jail with out judge or writin´
For robbing Bill Pepper on that Kilgary Mountain
Ha but they didn't take my fists so I knocked that sentry down
Bid along fare well to this little stable town
M _ usha rig-um d _ _ _ urum da durum
Wack _ fol the daddy- _ o
Wack _ fol the daddy- _ o
There´s whiskey in the jar
There's some take de light in fisherman and a farmer
Others take de light in their carriages a- rollin´
But I take de light in the juice of the barley
And courting' pretty maidens in the morning ha! so early
M _ usha rig-um d _ _ _ urum da durum
Wack _ fol the daddy- _ o
Wack _ fol the daddy- _ o
There´s whiskey in the jar
Musha r _ _ _ _ ig-um durum da durum
Wack _ fol the daddy- _ o
Wack _ fol the daddy- _ o
There´s whiskey in the jar !
