Whiskey In The Jar

As I was going over the Cork and Kerry mountains

I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was counting

I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier

I said Stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya

I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny

I took all of his money and I brought it home to Molly

She swore that shed love me no never would she leave me

But the devil take that woman for you know she tricked me easy

Musha ring dum a doo dum a da

Whack for my daddy-o

Whack for my daddy-o

Theres whiskey in the jar-o

Being drunk and weary I went to Mollys chamber

Taking my money with me and I never knew the danger

For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell

I jumped up fired off my pistols and I shot him with both barrels

Musha ring dum a doo dum a da

Whack for my daddy-o

Whack for my daddy-o

Theres whiskey in the jar-o

Now some men like the fishing and some men like the fowling

And some men like to hear to hear the cannon ball roaring

Me I like sleeping specially in my Mollys chamber

But here I am in prison here I am with a ball and chain yeah

Musha ring dum a doo dum a da

Whack for my daddy-o

Whack for my daddy-o

Theres whiskey in the jar-o

Musha ring dum a doo dum a da

Musha ring dum a doo dum a da

Musha ring dum a doo dum a da

Musha ring dum a doo dum a da