Whiskey
in the jar
As I was goin' 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 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 she'd
love me, 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
There's whiskey in
the jar-o
Being drunk and weary
I went to Molly's chamber
Takin' Molly with
me, but I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe
seven, yeah in walked Captain Farrell
I jumped up, fired
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
There's whiskey in
the jar-o
Yeah, whiskey
Yo, whiskey
Now some men like the
fishin' and some men like the fowlin'
And some men like
to hear, to hear the cannon ball a roarin'
Me I like sleepin'
specially in my Molly's 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
There's whiskey in
the jar-o
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
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