Whiskey in the Jar
As I was goin' over the dark Kilgary mountains.
I meet with Captain Farrell and his money he was countin'.
I first produced me pistol and then produced me rapier.
Sayin' stand and deliver for you are a bold deciever.
Musha ring dumb a do dumb a da.
Whack fall my daddy-o,
Whack fall my daddy-o.
There's whiskey in the jar.
I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny.
I stuck it in mae pocket and i brought home to Ginny .
She sighed and she swore that never would she leave me.
But the devil take that woman for you know she tricked me easy.
Musha ring dumb a do dumb a da.
Whack fall my daddy-o,
Whack fall my daddy-o.
There's whiskey in the jar.
Now being drunk and weary I went to take me slumber.
I dreamt of golden jewels and sure it was no wonder .
Ginny drew me charges
I jumped up, fired off my pistols and I shot him with both barrels.
Musha ring dumb a do dumb 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 ta hear a cannon ball a roarin'.
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 dumb a do dumb 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-o
And I love, I love, I love, I love, I love, I love my Molly-o
I meet with Captain Farrell and his money he was countin'.
I first produced me pistol and then produced me rapier.
Sayin' stand and deliver for you are a bold deciever.
Musha ring dumb a do dumb a da.
Whack fall my daddy-o,
Whack fall my daddy-o.
There's whiskey in the jar.
I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny.
I stuck it in mae pocket and i brought home to Ginny .
She sighed and she swore that never would she leave me.
But the devil take that woman for you know she tricked me easy.
Musha ring dumb a do dumb a da.
Whack fall my daddy-o,
Whack fall my daddy-o.
There's whiskey in the jar.
Now being drunk and weary I went to take me slumber.
I dreamt of golden jewels and sure it was no wonder .
Ginny drew me charges
I jumped up, fired off my pistols and I shot him with both barrels.
Musha ring dumb a do dumb 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 ta hear a cannon ball a roarin'.
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 dumb a do dumb 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-o
And I love, I love, I love, I love, I love, I love my Molly-o
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Writer(s): Dp, Philip Parris Lynott, Brian Michael Downey, Eric Bell
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