Whiskey In The Jar

As I was a goin' over Cork and Kerry mountains

I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was counting

I first produced my pistol then produced my rapier

I said "Stand and deliver" or the devil he may take you

Mush-a 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 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 loved me, never would she leave me

But the devil take that women for she knows she treat me easy.

Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da

Whack for my daddy-o. Whack for my daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar-o

Round about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell

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

Mush-a 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. Some men like the fowlin

Some men like to hear the cannon ball a-rollin

Me, I like sleepin';

'Specially in my Molly's chamber.

But here I am in prison --

Here I am on the ball and chain, yeah!

Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da

Whack for my daddy-o. Whack for my daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar-o