Whiskey In The Jar

As I was going over the Cork and Kerry mountains

I saw Captain Farrell and his money, he was countin'

I first produced my pistol, and then produced my rapier

I said, stand o'er and deliver, or the Devil, he may take ya

Musha-ring dum-a-do-dum-a-da

Whack for my daddy-o

Whack for my daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar-o

I took all his money and it was a pretty penny

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

She swore that she'd love me, well, never would she leave me

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

Musha-ring dum-a-do-dum-a-da

Whack for my daddy-o

Whack for my daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar-o

Being drunk and weary, I went to Molly's chamber

Takin' my money with me, and I never knew the danger

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-do-dum-a-da

Whack for my daddy-o

Whack for my daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar-o

Some men like the fishin', and some men like the fowlin'

And some men like to hear the sound of a cannonball a-roarin'

Me, I like sleeping, especially in my Molly's chamber

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

Oh, musha-ring dum-a-do-dum-a-da

Whack for my daddy-o

Whack for my daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar-o

Oh, musha-ring dum-a-do-dum-a-da

Whack for my daddy-o

Whack for my daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar-o