Lyrics

As I was going over The Cork and Kerry mountains I came on Captain Farrell And his money he was counting I first produced my pistol And then produced my rapier I said, "stand and deliver "Or the devil, he may take ya" Mush-a-ring dum-a-do, dum-a-da Whack-fol, ma daddy-o Whack-fol, ma daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar I took all of his money And it made 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 the women For they know they can deceive me Mush-a-ring dum-a-do, dum-a-da Whack-fol, ma daddy-o Whack-fol, ma daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber Took my money with me And I never knew the danger About five or six, maybe seven And in walked Captain Farrell I jumped up, fired my pistols And I shot him with both barrels Mush-a-ring dum-a-do, dum-a-da Whack-fol, ma daddy-o Whack-fol, ma daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar Now some men like their fishing And some men like the bowling Some men like to hear The cannonballs a-roaring Me, I like my sweeping Especially in my girl's chamber But here I am in prison Here I am with a ball and chain-a Mush-a-ring dum-a-do, dum-a-da Whack-fol, ma daddy-o Whack-fol, ma daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar