Whisky 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 o'er and deliver Or the Devil, he may take ya" Musha-ring, dumb-a-do, dumb-a-da Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o 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 Musha-ring, dumb-a-do, dumb-a-da Whack for my daddy-o, Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o Bein' drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber Takin' my money 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 Musha-ring, dumb-a-do, dumb-a-da Whack for my daddy-o, Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o Now some men like the fishin' And some men like the fowlin', And some men like to hear A cannon ball a-roarin' But 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 Musha-ring, dumb-a-do, dumb-a-da Whack for my daddy-o, Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o And I got drunk on whiskey-o And I loved, I loved, I loved I loved, I loved, I loved my Molly-o And she wheeled her wheelbarrow Through that dirty town That dirty ol' town
Submitted by NecroGod — Feb 06, 2026