Text: Rednex. Whiskey In the Jar.

As I was goin' over the Cottondale mountains
I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was countin'
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
?So stand up and deliver or the devil he may take ya?

Mush-a-ree dum a doo dum a di
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar

I took all of his money, it was a pretty penny
I took all of his money and brought it home to Molly
She swore that she'd love me, never would she leave me
But the devil take this woman for you know she conned me easy

Mush-a-ree dum a doo dum a di
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar

Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber
I took my money with me, I didn't know the danger
For about six or maybe seven in walks Captain Farrell
I jumped up with my pistol and I shot him with both barrels


Now some men like the fishin' and some men like the fowlin'
And some men like ta hear a cannon ball a roarin'
Me I like sleepin' specially in my molly's chamber
Here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain yeah

Mush-a-ree dum a doo dum a di
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar

Mush-a-ree dum a doo dum a di
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar

Mush-a-ree dum a doo dum a di
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar