text: As I was a goin over Gilgarra Mountain
  I spied Colonel Farrell and his money he was countin
  First I drew me pistols, and then I drew me rapier, sayin
  Stand and deliver for I am your bold deceiver
  Refrain:
  Mush-a-ring-um duram da
  Whack fol the daddy o
  Whack fol the daddy o
  Theres whiskey in the jar
  He counted out his money and it made a pretty penny
  I put in me pocket to take home to darlin Jenny
  She sighed and swore she loved me
  And never would deceive me
  But the devil take the women for they always lie so easy
  I went into me chamber all for to take a slumber
  To dream of gold and girls and ocourse it was no wonder
  Me Jenny took me charges and she filled them up with water
  Called on Colonel Farrell to get ready for the slaughter
  Next mornin early before I rose to travel
  A came a band o footmen and likewise Colonel Farrell
  I goes to draw me pistol for shed stole away me rapier
  But a prisoner I was taken, I couldnt shoot the water
  They put me into jail with the judge all a-writin
  For robbin Colonel Farrell on Gilgarra Mountain
  But they didnt take me fists so I knocked the jailer down
  And bid a farewell to this tight-fisted town
  Id like to find me brother, the one thats in the army
  I dont know where hes stationed, in Cork or in Killarney
  Together wed go roaminoer the mountains of Kilkenny
  And I swear hed treat me fairer than me darlin sportin Jenny
  Theres some takes delight in the carriages and rollin
  And some takes delight in the hurley or the bollin
  But I takes delight in the juice of the barley
  Courtin pretty maids in the mornin oh so early