Whiskey in the Jar

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, oh, 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 that she'd love me, no never would she leave me But the devil take that woman, yeah, for you know she treat 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 in walked Captain Farrell I jumped up, fired off my pistols and I shot him with both barrels, yeah Musha ring dum a doo dum a da, heah heah Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o Yeah, whiskey Yo-oh, whiskey Whoa yeah, oh, yo Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa yeah Now some men like the fishin' and some men like the fowlin' And some men like to hear, to hear a cannon ball a roarin' Me?, I like sleepin' especially 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, hey heah Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o, yeah! Whiskey in the jar-o Musha ring dum a doo dum a da...