Celtic Thunder - Whiskey In The Jar lyrics

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As I was a goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains

I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was counting

I first produced my pistols then produced my rapier

I said a' stand there, or deliver, or the Devil he make take you.

Must-you ring dum-a do dum-a dy

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 she know she treat me easy.

Must-you ring dum-a do dum-a dy

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, follow my pistol, and I shot him with both barrels.

Must-you ring dum-a do dum-a dy

Whack for my daddy-o. Whack for my daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar-o.

Some men like for fishing, some men like for fowling,

Some men like to hear, some men like to hear, the cannon ball a'rolling

Me, I like sleeping, 'specially in my Molly's chamber,

B' here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain ya.

Must-you ring dum-a do dum-a dy

Whack for my daddy-o. Whack for my daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar-o.

Must-you ring dum-a do dum-a dy

Whack for my daddy-o. Whack for my daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar-o.

Thanks to Paul S for correcting these lyrics