As I was goinâ² 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 oâ²er and deliver or the devil he may take ya
Musha 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'd love me, never would she leave me
But the devil takes that woman, for you know she tricked me easy
Musha ring dum-a-do-dum-a-da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
Thereâ²s whiskey in the jar-o
Being drunk and weary, I went to Mollyâ²s chamber
Takin' my 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
Musha ring dum-a-do-dum-a-da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
Thereâ²s whiskey in the jar-o
Now some men like the fishin', and some men like the fowlinâ²
And some men like to hear a cannonball roarin'
Me, I like sleepinâ² specially in my Molly's chamber
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain, yeah
Musha ring dum-a-do-dum-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-o
And I love, I love, I love, I love, I love, I love my Molly-o
And you know I will never
But I will burn it down, Iâ²ll burn it all down
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