Whiskey In The Jar (Extended Version / Rough Mix)

15 (one, two, three, four) 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 over, deliver Or the devil, he may take ya" Mush-a ring, dum-a doo-dam-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'd love me Never would she leave me But the devil take that woman For you know, she tricked me easy Mush-a ring, dum-a doo-dam-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' my Molly 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 Mush-a ring, dum-a doo-dam-a-da Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o Now some men like the fishin' And some men like the fowlin' And some men like to hear The cannon ball a-roarin' But 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 Mush-a ring, dum-a doo-dam-a-da Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o And I got drunk on whiskey And I loved, I loved, I loved, I loved I loved, I loved my Molly And you know I will never But I will burn it down, that dirty old town And I'll be blazing a lot