Whiskey In The Jar

As I was going over the Cork and Kerry mountains I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was counting I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier stand and deliver or the devil he may take you Musha ring dum a doo dum a da Whack for my daddy o Whack for my daddy o There's whiskey in the jar I took all of his money and it was pretty penny I took all of his money and I brought it home to Molly She swore that she'd love me and never would she leave me devil take that woman for you know she treat me easy Musha ring dum a doo dum a da Whack for my daddy o Whack for my daddy o There's whiskey in the jar Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber Taking Molly with me but I never knew the danger For six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell I jumped up fired my pistols and I shot him with both barrels Musha ring dum a doo dum a da Whack for my daddy o Whack for my daddy o There's whiskey in the jar Now some men like the fishing and some men like the fowling some men like to hear to hearing cannon ball a roaring Me I like sleeping specially in my Molly's chamber But here I am in prison here I am with a ball and chain yeah Musha ring dum a doo dum a da Whack for my daddy o Whack for my daddy o There's whiskey in the jar o