Whiskey In The Jar - Full Length Version
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 you"
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'
And 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 drun on whiskey
And I loved, I loved, I loved, I loved
I loved, I loved my Molly
And you know I will neve
But I will burn it down, I'll burn it all dowm
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 you"
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'
And 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 drun on whiskey
And I loved, I loved, I loved, I loved
I loved, I loved my Molly
And you know I will neve
But I will burn it down, I'll burn it all dowm
Credits
Writer(s): Dp, Philip Parris Lynott, Brian Michael Downey, Eric Bell
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