Whiskey In The Jar

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 o`er and deliver or the devil he may take ya Musha ring dum a do dum 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 Musha ring dum a do dum 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 money 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 Musha ring dum a do dum 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 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 dum a do dum 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 Incomprehensible Incomprehensible