Wiskey in the Jar

As I was goin' over

To Cork and Kerry Mountains

I saw Captain Farrell

And his money he was countin'

I first produced my pistols

And then produced my rapier

I said, "Stand over and deliver or the devil he may take ya"

Musha rain dum a doo, dum a da

Whack for my daddy, oh

Whack for my daddy, oh

There's whiskey in the jar, oh

Well, 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

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, oh

Whack for my daddy, oh

There's whiskey in the jar, oh

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 my pistols

And I shot him with both barrels

Musha rain dum a doo, dum a da

Whack for my daddy, oh

Whack for my daddy, oh

There's whiskey in the jar, oh