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 you"

Mush-a ring, dum-a doo-dam-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

Mush-a ring, dum-a doo-dam-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 Molly 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

Mush-a ring, dum-a doo-dam-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 to hear the cannon ball a-roarin'

And 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

Mush-a ring, dum-a doo-dam-a-da

Whack for my daddy-o

Whack for my daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar-o

And I got drun on whiskey

And I loved, I loved, I loved, I loved

I loved, I loved my Molly

And you know I will neve

But I will burn it down, I'll burn it all dowm