Whiskey In The Jar

As I was going over the Cork and Kerry mountains
I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol, and then produced my rapier
Said stand and deliver or the devil he may take you

But Sherane dumma do dumma da
Whack for my daddy oh
Whack for my daddy oh
There's whiskey in the jar

Well 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 and that she'd never leave me
But the devil take the women, for you know she treat me easy

But Sherane Dumma do dumma Da
Whack for my daddy oh, whack for my daddy oh and there's whiskey in the jar oh
Now some men like a fishing and some men like a fowling and some men like to hear a cannonball roll over em
But me I like sleeping, especially in my Molly's chamber
But here I am in Prison; here I am with a ball and chain yeh
But Sherane dumma do dumma da

Whack for my daddy oh, whack for my daddy oh and there's whiskey in the jar
I got drunk on whiskey
I Loved; I loved my Molly Oh
There's whiskey in the jar