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 ya
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
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
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