Whiskey In the Jar

As I was going over the Cork and Kerry mountains I saw Captain Farrell, his money he was counting I first produced my pistol, then produced my rapier I said, "Stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya" 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 tricked me easy Mush-a 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 Taking Molly with me, but I never knew the danger For about six or maybe seven, in walked Captain Farrell I jumped up, fired my pistols and I shot him with both barrels, yeah Mush-a ring, dum-a-doo-dum-a-da, yeah-yeah Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o Yeah-ah, whiskey Whoa-oh, whiskey Now some men like the fishing, some men like the fowling Some men like to hear, to hear the cannonball a-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, yeah-yeah Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o, yeah Whiskey in the jar-o, yeah Mush-a ring, dum-a-doo-dum-a-da Mush-a ring, dum-a-doo-dum-a-da Hey, mush-a ring, dum-a-doo-dum-a-da Mush-a ring, dum-a-doo-dum-a-da, yeah