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 o'er and deliver 
or the devil he may take ya.

Musha ring dum a do dum a da.
Whack for my daddy-o,
Whack for my daddy-o.
There's whiskey in the jar-o.

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, 
never would she leave me.
But the devil take that woman 
for you know she tricked me easy.

Musha ring 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.
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 off my pistols 
and I shot him with both barrels.

Musha ring dum a do dum a da.
Whack for my daddy-o,
Whack for my daddy-o.
There's whiskey in the jar-o.

Now some men like the fishin' 
and some men like the fowlin',
And some men like ta hear 
a cannon ball 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.

Musha ring dum a do dum a da.
Whack for my daddy-o,
Whack for my daddy-o.
There's whiskey in the jar-o.

And I got drunk on whiskey-o
And I love, I love, I love, I love, 
I love, I love my Molly-o.