As I was going over, gilgara mountain
I met colonel pepper and his money he was countin'
I ran all my pistols and I drew ? 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.
I took his golden coins, they sure were bright and jolly
Took the money home and I give it to my mummy
She vowed and she swore that she never would deceive me
But the devils in the women lord they never can go easy
Mush-a-ring-um duram da
Whack fol the daddy o
Whack fol the daddy o
There's whiskey in the jar.
Early next morning between six and seven
Guards they come to get my boys in numbers odd and even
I flew to my pistols but alas I was mistaken
I fired of my pistols and a prisoner I was taken
Mush-a-ring-um duram da
Whack fol the daddy o
Whack fol the daddy o
There's whiskey in the jar.
They took me to jail, without judge-a writin'
For robbin' colonel pepper up on gilgara mountain
But they didn't take my fists so I knocked a sentry down
Bid a fond farewell to the jail in swing old town
Mush-a-ring-um duram da
Whack fol the daddy o
Whack fol the daddy o
There's whiskey in the jar.
Some take delight, in fishin' and in bowlin'
Others take delight in the carriages a-rollin'
But I take delight in the juice of the barley
And courtin' pretty girls in the morning 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.
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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Journeymen - Gilgara Mountain Lyrics
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As I was going over, gilgara mountain
I met colonel pepper and his money he was countin'
I ran all my pistols and I drew ? 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.
I took his golden coins, they sure were bright and jolly
Took the money home and I give it to my mummy
She vowed and she swore that she never would deceive me
But the devils in the women lord they never can go easy
Mush-a-ring-um duram da
Whack fol the daddy o
Whack fol the daddy o
There's whiskey in the jar.
Early next morning between six and seven
Guards they come to get my boys in numbers odd and even
I flew to my pistols but alas I was mistaken
I fired of my pistols and a prisoner I was taken
Mush-a-ring-um duram da
Whack fol the daddy o
Whack fol the daddy o
There's whiskey in the jar.
They took me to jail, without judge-a writin'
For robbin' colonel pepper up on gilgara mountain
But they didn't take my fists so I knocked a sentry down
Bid a fond farewell to the jail in swing old town
Mush-a-ring-um duram da
Whack fol the daddy o
Whack fol the daddy o
There's whiskey in the jar.
Some take delight, in fishin' and in bowlin'
Others take delight in the carriages a-rollin'
But I take delight in the juice of the barley
And courtin' pretty girls in the morning 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.
Mush-a-ring-um duram da
Whack fol the daddy o
Whack fol the daddy o
There's whiskey in the jar.
I met colonel pepper and his money he was countin'
I ran all my pistols and I drew ? 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.
I took his golden coins, they sure were bright and jolly
Took the money home and I give it to my mummy
She vowed and she swore that she never would deceive me
But the devils in the women lord they never can go easy
Mush-a-ring-um duram da
Whack fol the daddy o
Whack fol the daddy o
There's whiskey in the jar.
Early next morning between six and seven
Guards they come to get my boys in numbers odd and even
I flew to my pistols but alas I was mistaken
I fired of my pistols and a prisoner I was taken
Mush-a-ring-um duram da
Whack fol the daddy o
Whack fol the daddy o
There's whiskey in the jar.
They took me to jail, without judge-a writin'
For robbin' colonel pepper up on gilgara mountain
But they didn't take my fists so I knocked a sentry down
Bid a fond farewell to the jail in swing old town
Mush-a-ring-um duram da
Whack fol the daddy o
Whack fol the daddy o
There's whiskey in the jar.
Some take delight, in fishin' and in bowlin'
Others take delight in the carriages a-rollin'
But I take delight in the juice of the barley
And courtin' pretty girls in the morning 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.
Mush-a-ring-um duram da
Whack fol the daddy o
Whack fol the daddy o
There's whiskey in the jar.
Writer: JOHN PHILLIPS, RICHARD WEISSMAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.