Whiskey In The Jar

As I was a goin' over Cork and Kerry mountains
I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol, then produced my rapier
I said, "Stand down or deliver" for the devil he may take you

Mush-a ring dum-a do 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 loved me, never would she leave me
But the devil take that women for she knows she treats me easy

Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o

'Round about six or maybe seven
In walked Captain Farrell
I jumped up, fired off my pistol
And I shot him with both barrels

Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o

Some men like the fishin'
Some men like the fowlin'
Some men like to hear
The cannonball a-rollin'

Me, I like sleepin'
'Specially in my Molly's chamber
But here I am in prison
Here I am on the ball and chain, yeah!

Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o

Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o