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 I said stand and deliver or the devil he may take you I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny I took all of his money yeah and I brought it home to Molly She swore that she loved me no never would she leave me But the devil take that woman yeah for you know she tricked me easy Musha rain 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 Taking Molly with me but I never knew the danger For about six or maybe seven yeah in walked Captain Farrell I jumped up fired my pistols and I shot him with both barrels yeah Musha rain dum a do dum a da yeah yeah yeah Whack for my daddy o Whack for my daddy o There's whiskey in the jar o Now some men like the fishing and some men like the fowling And some men like to hear to hear the cannonball all roaring Me I like sleeping especially in my Molly's chamber But here I am in prison here I am with a ball and chain yeah Musha rain dum a do dum a da yeah Whack for my daddy o Whack for my daddy o There's whiskey in the jar o yeah Whiskey in the jar o yeah Musha rain dum a do dum a da Musha rain dum a do dum a da hey Musha rain dum a do dum a da Musha rain dum a do dum a da yeah