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" Mush-a ring, dum-a doo-dam-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 Mush-a ring, dum-a doo-dam-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 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 Mush-a ring, dum-a doo-dam-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 to hear the cannon ball a-roarin' And 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 Mush-a ring, dum-a doo-dam-a-da Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o And I got drun on whiskey And I loved, I loved, I loved, I loved I loved, I loved my Molly And you know I will neve But I will burn it down, I'll burn it all dowm