Whiskey In The Jar

As I was going over to Cork and Kerry mountains
I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
I said, "Stand and deliver or the devil he may take you"

Musha ring dum a doo 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 treat me easy

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

[Instrumental]

And some men like the fishing, some men like the fowling
Some men like to hear a cannon ball a-roaring
But me, I like sleeping, especially in my Molly's chamber
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and change

Dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o