The Wild Rapparee/Whiskey In The Jar

The Wild Rapparee

How green are the fields that washed the Finn
How grand are the houses the Peelers live in
How fresh are the crops in the valleys to see
But the heath is the home of the wild rapparee

Away out on the moors where the wind shrieks and howls
Sure, he'll find his lone home there amongst the wild foul
No one there to welcome, no comrade was he
God help the poor outlaw, the wild rapparee

He robbed many rich of their gold and their crown
He outrode the soldiers who hunted him down
Alas, he has boasted they will never take me,
Not a swordsman will capture the wild rapparee

There's a stone covered grave on the wild mountainside.
There's a plain wooden cross on which this is inscribed:
Kneel down, dear stranger, say an Ave for me
I was sentenced to death being a wild rapparee

Whiskey In The Jar

It's as I was going over the Cork and Kerry Mountains

I met with Captain Farrell and his money he was counting

I first produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier

Saying stand and deliver for I am your bold deceiver

Whack for my daddy O

Whack for my daddy O

There's whiskey in the jar O

I counted up my money and it made a pretty penny

I took that money home and I gave it to my Jenny

She promised and she vowed that she never would deceive me

But the devil take the women for they never can be easy

I went into my chamber for to take a little slumber

I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder

But Jenny took my charges and filled them up with water

And sent for Captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter

It was early in the morning before I rose to travel

Surrounded by the footmen and likewise Captain Farrell

I went for my old pistol for they'd stolen my old rapier

But I couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken

If anyone can save me it's my brother in the army I think that he is stationed in Cork or in Killarney

And if he would be here we would be roving in Kilkenny

I know he'd treat be better than my darling sporting Jenny

Now some take delight in the fishing and the fowling others take delight in the carriage wheels rolling

I takes delight in the juice of the barley and counting pretty women in the morning so early