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As I was going over the far famed Kerry Mountains I met with Captain Farrel and his money he was counting. I first produced my pistols abd then produced my rapier, saying stand and deliver for you are my bold deceiver with your |
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I counted out my money and it made a pretty penny I put it in my pocket and I gave it to my Jenny. She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me but the devil take the women for they never can be easy. |
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I went into my chamber for to take a slumber I dreamt of golden and sure it was no wonder for Jenny took my charges and filled them up with water and sent for Captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter. |
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'Twas early in the morning before I rose to travel. The guards were all around me and like wise Captain Farrell I then produced my pistol for she stle away my rapier. But I couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken. |
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If anyone can aid me it's my brother in the army, I think that he stationed in Cork or in Killarney, and if he'd come and join me, we'd go rovin' in Kilkenny. I swear he'd treat me fairer then me darling sporting Jenny. |
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