Whiskey In The Jar (feat. Keith Harkin & Neil Byrne)

As I was a goin' over Cork and Kerry mountains I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was counting I first produced my pistol, then produced my rapier I said, "Stand down or deliver" for the devil he may take you Mush-a 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 loved me, never would she leave me But the devil take that women for she knows she treats me easy Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da 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, fired off my pistol And I shot him with both barrels Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o Some men like the fishin' Some men like the fowlin' Some men like to hear The cannonball a-rollin' Me, I like sleepin' 'Specially in my Molly's chamber But here I am in prison Here I am on the ball and chain, yeah! Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o