Whiskey In The Jar - Extended Version / Rough Mix

15 (one, two, three, four)

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 over, deliver
Or the devil, he may take ya"

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'

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

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 drunk on whiskey
And I loved, I loved, I loved, I loved
I loved, I loved my Molly
And you know I will never
But I will burn it down, that dirty old town

And I'll be blazing a lot