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 oer and deliver
Or the devil he may take ya
Musha ring dumb a do dumb a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
Theres 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 shed love me
Never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman
For you know she tricked me easy
Musha ring dumb a do dumb 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
Takin 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 dumb a do dumb a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
Theres whiskey in the jar-o
Now some men like the fishin
And some men like the fowlin
And some men like to hear a cannon ball a roarin
Me? I like sleepin
Especially in my Mollys chamber
But here I am in prison,
Here I am with a ball and chain, yeah
Oh , musha ring dumb a do dumb a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
Theres whiskey in the jar-o
Musha ring dumb a do dumb a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
Theres whiskey in the jar-o