Whiskey In The Jar

As i was goin' over the cork and kerry mountains
I saw a captain farrell and his money he was countin'
I first produced my pistols, then produced my rapier
I said a stand there or deliver or the devil he may take ya

Musha ring dumma do damma di
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 and never would she leave me
But the devil take that women for she know she treat me easy

Musha ring dumma do damma di
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

Musha ring dumma do damma di
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 cannon ball a rollin'

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 dumma do damma di
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o

Musha ring dumma do damma di
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o