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

     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

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' 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 dum a doo dum a da
     Whack for my daddy-o,
     Whack for my daddy-o
     There's whiskey in the jar-o

Now some men like the fishin'
and some men like the fowlin'
And some men like ta hear a
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

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