Whiskey In The Jar (feat. Keith Harkin & Neil Byrne)

As I was a goin' over Cork and Kerry mountains

I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was counting

I first produced my pistol, then produced my rapier

I said, "Stand down or deliver" for the devil he may take you

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-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 loved me, never would she leave me

But the devil take that women for she knows she treats me 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-o

'Round about six or maybe seven

In walked Captain Farrell

I jumped up, fired off my pistol

And I shot him with both barrels

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-o

Some men like the fishin'

Some men like the fowlin'

Some men like to hear

The cannonball a-rollin'

Me, I like sleepin'

'Specially in my Molly's chamber

But here I am in prison

Here I am on the ball and chain, yeah!

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-o

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-o