Whiskey In The Jar - Celtic Thunder/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 or deliver or 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 treat 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 cannon ball a-rollin
Me I like sleepin'
Specially in my molly's chamber
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
