Whisky In The Jar


As i was going over
The Kork and Kerry mountains
I saw Captain Farrell
And his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol
And then produced my rapier
I said “Stand and deliver
Or the devil he may take you”

Mush a ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my daddy’o
Whack for my daddy’o, there’s
Whisky 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
No Never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman
For you know she treat me easy

Mush a ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my daddy’o
Whack for my daddy’o, there’s
Whisky in the jar, o

Now some men like the fishing
And some men like fowling
And some men like to hear
The cannonballs are roaring
Me – I like sleeping
Specially in my Molly’s chamber
But here i am in prison,
Here i am with a ball and chain, yeah

Mush a ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my daddy’o
Whack for my daddy’o, there’s
Whisky in the jar, o

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~ by chikamaru777 on 16 April, 2010.

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