Whiskey In The Jar (traditional)

(has also been recorded by thin lizzy)



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"



Yeah



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

Whack for my daddy-o

Whack for my daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar-o



Yeah, whiskey

Yo-ooh, whiskey



Yo-ooh, yeah-ee-yeah, ooh

Yo-oo-oo-ooh, yeah



Now some men like the fishing and some men like the fowling

And some men like to hear, to hear the cannonball a-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-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


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