Text: Celtic Thunder. Heritage. Wiskey In The Jar.

As I was a goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains
I saw captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistols then produced my rapier
I said "Stand there or deliver" for the devil, he may take you
Chorus:
Must you ring dum-a do dum-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 loved me
And never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman
for she know she treat me easy

(Chorus)

Round about six or maybe seven
In walked Captain Farrell

I jumped up
Fire low my pistol
And I shot him with both barrels

(Chorus)


Some men like the fishin'
Some men like the fowlin'
Some men like to hear
The cannon ball a-rollin'
Me, I like sleeping
'Specially in my Molly's chamber
Here I am in prison
Here I am with a ball and chain, yeah

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