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As I was a goin' over The far famed Kerry mountains I met with captain Farrell And his money he was counting I first produced my pistol And I then produced my rapier Saying "Stand and deliver" For he were a bold deceiver Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da Whack for my daddy-o. Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar I counted out his money And it made a pretty penny I put it in me pocket And I took it home to Jenny She sighed and she swore That she never would deceive me But the devil take the women For they never can be easy Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da Whack for my daddy-o. Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar I went up to my chamber All for to take a slumber I dreamt of gold and jewels And for sure it was no wonder But Jenny drew me charges And she filled them up with water Then sent for captain Farrell To be ready for the slaughter Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da Whack for my daddy-o. Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar 'Twas was early in the morning Just before I rose to travel Up comes a band of footmen And likewise captain Farrell I first produced me pistol For she stole away me rapier I couldn't shoot the water So a prisoner I was taken Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da Whack for my daddy-o. Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da Whack for my daddy-o. Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar
Writer(s): Traditional (writer Unknown), Ben Miller Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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