Whiskey in the Jar

As I was going over 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 and deliver or the devil he may take you" My shirigim duraham da Wack for my daddy oh, wack for my daddy oh There's whiskey in the jar oh I took on all his money and it was a pretty penny I took on all his money and I brought it home to Molly She swore that she loved me and never would she leave me But the devil take that woman 'cause you know she tricked me easy My shirigim duraham da Wack for my daddy oh, wack for my daddy oh There's whiskey in the jar oh Feeling drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber Taking my money with me but I never knew the danger For about six or maybe seven it was captain Farrell I jumped up and found all my pistols and I shot him with the barrels My shirigim duraham da Wack for my daddy oh, wack for my daddy oh There's whiskey in the jar oh Now some men like the fishing and some men like to travel And some men like to hear the cannon ball a roaring But me - I like sleeping specially in my Molly's chamber But here I am in prison here I am with a ball and chain, yeah My shirigim duraham da Wack for my daddy oh, wack for my daddy oh There's whiskey in the jar oh I got drunk on whiskey And I love and I love and I love my Molly.