Lyrics Gilgarra Mountain - Peter, Paul and Mary
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"
Mush-a-ring-um
duram
da
Whack
fol
the
daddy
o
Whack
fol
the
daddy
o
There's
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
Mush-a-ring-um
duram
da
Whack
fol
the
daddy
o
Whack
fol
the
daddy
o
There's
whiskey
in
the
jar
I
went
into
me
chamber
all
for
to
take
a
slumber
To
dream
of
gold
and
girls
and
o'course
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
Mush-a-ring-um
duram
da
Whack
fol
the
daddy
o
Whack
fol
the
daddy
o
There's
whiskey
in
the
jar
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
she'd
stole
away
me
rapier
But
a
prisoner
I
was
taken,
I
couldn't
shoot
the
water
Mush-a-ring-um
duram
da
Whack
fol
the
daddy
o
Whack
fol
the
daddy
o
There's
whiskey
in
the
jar
They
put
me
into
jail
with
the
judge
all
a-writin'
For
robbin'
Colonel
Farrell
on
Gilgarra
Mountain
But
they
didn't
take
me
fists
so
I
knocked
the
jailer
down
And
bid
a
farewell
to
this
tight-fisted
town
Mush-a-ring-um
duram
da
Whack
fol
the
daddy
o
Whack
fol
the
daddy
o
There's
whiskey
in
the
jar
I'd
like
to
find
me
brother,
the
one
that's
in
the
army
I
don't
know
where
he's
stationed,
in
Cork
or
in
Killarney
Together
we'd
go
roamin'o'er
the
mountains
of
Kilkenny
And
I
swear
he'd
treat
me
fairer
than
me
darlin'
sportin'
Jenny
Mush-a-ring-um
duram
da
Whack
fol
the
daddy
o
Whack
fol
the
daddy
o
There's
whiskey
in
the
jar
There's
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
Mush-a-ring-um
duram
da
Whack
fol
the
daddy
o
Whack
fol
the
daddy
o
There's
whiskey
in
the
jar
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