Whiskey in the Jar

[Verse 1]
Ah on Sunday morning as I was going to Mass
I met a bloody Orangeman and killed him for his past
I killed him for his past, me boys, and sent his soul to hell
And when he got to hell, he had a strange tale to tell

[Chorus]
Fol de roddy rye, fol do roddy rye
Fol de roddy roddy roddy, whiskey's in the jar

[Verse 2]
When an Orangeman dies, he goes down below
The worms take his body, and the devil takes soul
The gates of hell fly open, and the devil jumps for joy
For there's nothing he likes better than a stout Orange boy

[Chorus]
Fol de roddy rye, fol do roddy rye
Fol de roddy roddy roddy, whiskey's in the jar

[Verse 3]
Now if I had a yard of Orangeman skin
I'd beat it into drums for bold Fenian men
The drums they would rattle and the fifes they would play
Then we'll all go to Mass on St. Patrick's day

[Chorus]
Fol de roddy rye, fol do roddy rye
Fol de roddy roddy roddy, whiskey's in the jar

[Verse 4]
Ah on Sunday morning as I was going to Mass
I met a bloody Orangeman and killed him for his past
I killed him for his past, me boys, and sent his soul to hell
And when he got to hell, he had a strange tale to tell

[Chorus]
Fol de roddy rye, fol do roddy rye
Fol de roddy roddy roddy, haon, dó, trí, ceathair
Whiskey's in the jar