Whisky In the Jar (Full Length Version)

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 o'er and deliver, or the Devil, he may take you

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 tricked me easy

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

Bein' drunk and weary, I went to Molly's chamber

Takin' my Molly 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

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

Now, some men like the fishin', and some men like the fowlin'

And 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 with a ball and chain, yeah

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

And I got drunk on whiskey-o

And I loved, I loved, I loved, I loved, I loved, I loved my Molly-o

And she wheeled a wheelbarrow

But I don't deserve the time, I heard it all the time