Whiskey in the jar As I was goin´ over The Cook and Kerry mountains I saw the Captain Farrell 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 ya 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 No never would she leave me But devil take that woman YEAH! For you know she tricked me easy Musha raim dumb'a dumb'a dumb dah Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There´s whiskey in the jar-o Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber Taking Molly with me But I never knew the danger For about six or maybe seven Yeah i watched Captain Farrell I jumped up with my pistols And I shot him with both barrells Musha raim dumb'a dumb'a dumb dah Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o Yeah Yeah Whiskey! Yeah, oh Now some men like the fishing And some men like the fowling And some men like the hear The hear cannon ball a roaring Me I like sleeping Specially in my Molly´s chamber But here I am in prison Here I am with a ball and chain, yeah Musha raim dumb'a dumb'a dumb dah Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There´s whiskey in the jar-o Yeah Whiskey in the jar-o Musha raim dumb'a dumb'a dumb dah Musha raim dumb'a dumb'a dumb dah Musha raim dumb'a dumb'a dumb dah Musha raim dumb'a dumb'a dumb dah