GILGARRA MOUNTAIN

 

    C - Am - F - G        C                           Am

1.                           As I was a goin' over Gilgarra Mountain,

         F                                            C

    I spied Colonel Farrell and his money he was countin'.

                                                Am

    First I drew me pistols, and then I drew me rapier, sayin'

F                                        C

    "Stand and deliver for I am your bold deceiver".

 

                  G                           - C

    Mush-a-ring-um duram da,       whack fol the daddy o,

Am                       F                          C       G        C

    whack fol the daddy o, there's whiskey in the jar.

 

            C                                           Am

2. He counted out his money and it made a pretty penny,

       F                                        C

    I put it in me pocket to take home to darlin' Jenny.

                                                                       Am

    She sighed and swore she loved me, and never would deceieve me,

                  F                                             C

    but the devil take the women for they always li...e so easy. + CHORUS

 

         C                                   Am

3. I went into me chamber all for to take a slumber,

           F                                           C

    to dream of gold and girls and o'course it was no wonder.

                                                             Am

    Me Jenny took me charges and she filled them up with water ,

      F                                               C

    called on Colonel Farrell to get ready for the slaughter. + CHORUS

 

      C                             Am

4. Next mornin' early, before I rose to travel,

         F                                            C

    a' came a band o' footmen and likewise Colonel Farrell.

                                                          Am

    I goes to draw me pistol for she'd stole away me rapier,

                F                                 C

    but a prisoner I was taken, I couldn't shoot the water. + CHORUS

 

 

 

 

 

              C                                  Am

5. They put me into jail with the judge all a-writin' ,

          F                                        C

    for robbin' Colonel Farrell on Gilgarra Mountain.

                                                          Am

    But they didn't take me fists, so I knocked the jailer down,

            F                               C

    and bid a farewell to this tight-fisted town.

 

                  G                         - C

    Mush-a-ring-um duram da,      whack fol the daddy o,

Am                      F                           C       G       C

    whack fol the daddy o, there's whiskey in the jar.

 

          C                                       Am

6. I'd like to find me brother, the one that's in the army,

        F                                                       C

    I don't know where he's stationed, in Cork or in Killarney.

                                                           Am

    Together we'd go roamin' o'er the mountains of Kilkenny,

                  F                                                  C

    and I swear he'd treat me fairer than me darlin' sportin' Jenny.

 

+ CHORUS

 

                   C                                    Am

7. There's some takes delight in the carriages and rollin',

             F                                      C

    and some takes delight in the hurley or the bollin' .

                                           Am

    But I takes delight in the juice of the barley,

       F                                        C

    courtin' pretty maids in the mornin' o...h so early.  + CHORUS

 

(capo 1st)         

 

    (Peter, Paul & Mary)