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As I was goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains |
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I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was countin' |
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I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier |
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I said stand o'er and deliver or the devil he may take ya |
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Must ya ring dum a doo dum a da |
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What for my daddy-o |
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What for my daddy-o |
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There's whiskey in the jar-o |
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I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny |
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I took all of his money and I brought it home to Molly |
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She swore that she'd love me, never would she leave me |
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But the devil take that woman for you know she tricked me easy |
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Must ya ring dum a doo dum a da |
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What for my daddy-o |
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What for my daddy-o |
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There's whiskey in the jar-o |
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Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber |
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Takin' my money with me and I never knew the danger |
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For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell |
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I jumped up, fired off my pistols and I shot him with both barrels |
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Must ya ring dum a doo dum a da |
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What for my daddy-o |
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What for my daddy-o |
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There's whiskey in the jar-o |
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Now some men like the fishin' and some men like the fowlin' |
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And some men like ta hear a cannon ball a roarin' |
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Me I like sleepin' specially in my Molly's chamber |
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But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain yeah |
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Must ya ring dum a doo dum a da |
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What for my daddy-o |
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What for my daddy-o |
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There's whiskey in the jar-o |
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And i got drunk on whiskey-o |
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And I love, i love, i love, i love, i love, i love my molly-o |
