Whistling rufus

by The Seekers

As I went a-walkin´ on Kilgary Mountain,
I spied Colonel Pepper, and his money he was countin´;
I rattled out my pistols and I drew forth my saber,
Cryin´, "Stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver."

Musha rig um du rum da,
Whack fol the daddy o,
Whack fol the daddy o,
There´s whisky in the jar.

The gold and silver coins, they looked so bright and shiny,
Oh, I took them home straightway, and I gave ´em to my Molly;
She vowed and she promised that she never would deceive me,
But the devil´s in the women, oh, you never can believe ´em.


But when I awoke between six and seven,
The guards were all around me in numbers odd and even;
I reached for my pistols, but alas, I was mistaken;
My pistols had been fired, and a prisoner I was taken.


They put me in the jail without judge or writin´,
For robbing Colonel Pepper, oh, on Kilgary Mountain,
But they didn´t take my fists, so I knocked the sentry down,
And bade farewell to the jail in Sligo town.


Some people take delight in fishin´ and in bowlin´;
Oh, others take delight in the carriages a-rollin´;
But I take delight in the juice of the barley,
And courtin´ pretty girls ´til the morning so early.


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