WHISKEY IN THE JAR - TRADITIONAL WHISKEY IN THE JAR - TRADITIONAL
As I was going' over the Cork and Kerry mountains I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was counting I first produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier I said stand or 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 loved me never would she leave me But the devil take that woman for you know she tricked me easy
Being drunk and weary I went to Mollyâs chamber takinâ my Molly 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.
Now some men like the fishinâ and some men like the fowlin', And some men like ta hear, the cannon ball a roarin'. Me? I like sleepin' especially in my Molly's chamber. But here I am in prison, here I am with ball and chain, yeah.