Lyrics: Whiskey in the Jar

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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 and deliver,
or the devil, he may take ya'."
Yeah.
I took all of his money,
and it was a pretty penny,
I took all of his money,
yeah, and I brought it home to Molly.
She swore she loved me,
no, never would she leave me.
But the devil take that woman,
yeah, 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.
Being drunk and weary,
I went to Molly's chamber,
takin' money with me,
and I never knew the danger.
For about six, or maybe seven,
yeah, in walked Captain Farrell.
I jumped up, fired my pistols,
and I shot him with both barrels.
Yeah, musha ring dum a doo dum a da.
Hyah, hyah!
Whack for my daddy-o,
whack for my daddy-o,
there's
whiskey in the jar-o.
Yeah, whiskey.
Yo-ho, whiskey.
Woah, yeah, yeah.
Woah.
Woah woah, yeah, yeah.
Now, some men like the fishin',
and some men like the fowlin'.
Some men like to hear,
to hear the cannon ball roarin'.
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.
Hyah, hyah!
Whack for my daddy-o,
whack for my daddy-o,
there's
whiskey in the jar-o, yeah!
Whiskey in the jar-o yeah.
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da.
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da.
Hey.
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da.
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da.
Yeah.