Whiskey In The Jar

As I was goin' over

the Cork and Kerry Mountains

I met Captain Farrell

and his money he was counting

I first produced my pistol

and then produced my rapier

I said:"Stand!

and deliver

or the devil

may take ya."

A ring dumb-a do dumb-a da

Whack fall my daddy-o

Whack fall 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

'cause you know she tricked me easily

A ring dumb-a do dumb-a da

Whack fall my daddy-o

Whack fall my daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar-o

Being drunk and weary

I went to Molly's chamber

I laid down on the bed

and I never knew the danger

For about six or maybe seven

in walked Captain Farrell

I jumped up

grabbed hold my pistols

and I shot him with both barrels

A ring dumb-a do dumb-a da

Whack fall my daddy-o

Whack fall my daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar-o

Now some men like fishing

and some men like fowling

and some men like to hear a cannon ball roaring

But me?

I like sleeping

specially in my Molly's chamber

But here I am in prison

here I am with a ball and chain yeah

A ring dumb-a do dumb-a da

Whack fall my daddy-o

Whack fall my daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar-o