Whiskey In The Jar

As I was goin' 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 and deliver, or the devil, he may take you"
 Mush-a ring, dum-a doo-dam-a-da
 Whack for my daddy-o
 Whack for my daddy-o
 There's whiskey in the jar-o
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 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 you know she tricked me easy
 Mush-a ring, dum-a doo-dam-a-da
 Whack for my daddy-o
 Whack for my daddy-o
 There's whiskey in the jar-o
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 Being drunk and weary, I went to Molly's chamber
 Takin' my Molly 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
 Mush-a ring, dum-a doo-dam-a-da
 Whack for my daddy-o
 Whack for my daddy-o
 There's whiskey in the jar-o
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 Now some men like the fishin' and some men like the fowlin'
 And some men like to hear the cannon ball a-roarin'
 And me, I like sleepin', 'specially in my Molly's chamber
 But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain yeah
 Mush-a ring, dum-a doo-dam-a-da
 Whack for my daddy-o
 Whack for my daddy-o
 There's whiskey in the jar-o
 And I got drun on whiskey
 And I loved, I loved, I loved, I loved
 I loved, I loved my Molly
 And you know I will neve
 But I will burn it down, I'll burn it all dowm