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 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
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
For you know she tricked me easy

Musha rain dum a doo, dum a da
Whack for my daddy
Whack for my daddy
There's whiskey in the jar

Being drunk and weary
I went to Molly's chamber
Takin' Molly with me
But I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven
In walked Captain Farrell
I jumped up, fired my pistols
And I shot him with both barrels

Yeah, musha rain dum a doo, dum a da
Whack for my daddy
Whack for my daddy
There's whiskey in the jar

Now some men like a fishin'
But some men like the fowlin'
Some men like to hear
To hear the cannonball 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

Musha rain dum a doo, dum a da
Whack for my daddy
Whack for my daddy
There's whiskey in the jar

Whiskey in the jar

Musha rain dum a doo, dum a da
Musha rain dum a doo, dum a da
Musha rain dum a doo, dum a da
Musha rain dum a doo, dum a da