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 do dum a dah 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 woman, for you know she tricked me easy Musha ring dum a do dum a dah 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 do dum a dah 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' But 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