Whiskey in the jar
As I was goin´ over
The Cook and Kerry mountains
I saw the Captain Farrell
His money he was countin´
I first produced my pistol
And then produced my rapier
I said stand and deliver
Or the devil he may take ya
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
No never would she leave me
But devil take that woman
YEAH!
For you know she tricked me easy
Musha raim dumb a dumb a dumb dah
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 i watched Captain Farrell
I jumped up with my pistols
And I shot him with both barrells
Musha raim dumb a dumb a dumb dah
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There s whiskey in the jar-o
Yeah Yeah Whiskey!
Yeah, oh
Now some men like the fishing
And some men like the fowling
And some men like the hear
The hear 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 raim dumb a dumb a dumb dah
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There´s whiskey in the jar-o
Yeah
Whiskey in the jar-o
Musha raim dumb a dumb a dumb dah
Musha raim dumb a dumb a dumb dah
Musha raim dumb a dumb a dumb dah
Musha raim dumb a dumb a dumb dah
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