Whiskey In The Jar Songtext
von Scrum

As I was a goin′ over the far famed Kerry mountains
I saw captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol, I then produced my rapier
Sayin' "Stand and deliver" oh, the devil he may take ye

Mush-a ring dum-a doo dum-a da
Whack for my daddy-o.
Whack for my 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 loved me, and never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman for you know she tricked me easy

Mush-a ring dum-a doo dum-a da
Whack for my daddy-o.
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar


Now bein' drunk and weary, I went to Molly′s chamber
I took my Molly with me but I never knew the danger
For six or maybe seven, 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 for my daddy-o.
Whack for my daddy-o
There′s whiskey in the jar
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar

Now some men like the fishin′ and some men like the fowlin'
And some men like to hear, ta hear the cannon ball roarin′
Me I like sleepin', especially 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 do dum-a da
Whack for my daddy-o.
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar

Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar

Whack for my daddy-o
There′s whiskey in the jar