Whiskey in the Jar

As I was going over
The Cork and Kerry mountains
I came on 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 ya"

Mush-a-ring dum-a-do, dum-a-da
Whack-fol, ma daddy-o
Whack-fol, ma daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar

I took all of his money
And it made 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 the women
For they know they can deceive me

Mush-a-ring dum-a-do, dum-a-da
Whack-fol, ma daddy-o
Whack-fol, ma daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar

Being drunk and weary
I went to Molly's chamber
Took my money with me
And I never knew the danger
About five or six, maybe seven
And in walked Captain Farrell
I jumped up, fired my pistols
And I shot him with both barrels

Mush-a-ring dum-a-do, dum-a-da
Whack-fol, ma daddy-o
Whack-fol, ma daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar

Now some men like their fishing
And some men like the bowling
Some men like to hear
The cannonballs a-roaring
Me, I like my sweeping
Especially in my girl's chamber
But here I am in prison
Here I am with a ball and chain-a

Mush-a-ring dum-a-do, dum-a-da
Whack-fol, ma daddy-o
Whack-fol, ma daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar