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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pulp
Pulp
Performer
Jarvis Cocker
Jarvis Cocker
Vocals
Mark Webber
Mark Webber
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Phil Lynott
Phil Lynott
Arranger
Eric Bell
Eric Bell
Arranger
Brian Downey
Brian Downey
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Julie Gardener
Julie Gardener
Assistant Engineer
Tim Burrell
Tim Burrell
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

As I was goin' over The Cork and Kerry mountains I met Captain Farrell And his money he was countin' I first produced my pistol And then produced my wager I said stand and deliver Or the devil he may take ya Oh ring dumb a doo dumb a da Wept for my daddy-o Wept 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 'Cause you know she tricks me easy Oh ring dumb a doo dumb a da Wept for my daddy-o Wept for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber I lay down on the bed And I never knew the danger For about six or maybe seven In walked Captain Farrell I jumped up, grabbed hold of my pistols And I shot him with both barrels Oh ring dumb a doo dumb a da Wept for my daddy-o Wept for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o Now some men like fishin' And some men like a fowlin' And some men like to hear A cannon ball a rollin' 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 Oh ring dumb a doo dumb a da Wept for my daddy-o Wept for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o
Writer(s): Dp, Philip Parris Lynott, Brian Michael Downey, Eric Bell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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