Whiskey In The Jar (Traditional) Lyrics

As I was goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains
I saw Captain Farrell; his money he was countin'
I first produced my pistol; I then produced my rapier
I said stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya
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
Mustya ring dum-a-do-rum-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
Takin' money 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
Mustya ring dum-a-do-rum-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 fishin' and some men like the fowlin'
And some men like to hear, to hear the cannonball a-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, yeah
Mustya ring dum-a-do-rum-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
Mustya ring dum-a-do-rum-a-da
Mustya ring dum-a-do-rum-a-da, hey
Mustya ring dum-a-do-rum-a-da
Mustya ring dum-a-do-rum-a-da, yeah

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