Whiskey in the Jar

As I was going over the Cork and Kerry Mountains
I met Captain Farrell and his money he was countin'

I first produced my pistol and then produced my wager

I said, "Stand and deliver or the devil may he take ya" 

Oh, ring-dum-a-doo-dum-a-die
Wept for my daddy-o 

Wept 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, never would she leave me 

But the devil take that woman, 'cause you know she tricked me easy 

Oh, ring-dum-a-doo-dum-a-die
Wept for my daddy-o 

Wept for my daddy-o 

There's whiskey in the jar-o
Being drunk and weary, I went to Molly's chamber

I lay down on the bed and I never knew the danger 

For about six or maybe seven, in walked Captain Farrell

I jumped up, grabbed hold my pistols, and I shot him with both barrels 

Oh, ring-dum-a-doo-dum-a-die
Wept for my daddy-o 

Wept for my daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar-o
Now some men like fishin', and some men like a-fowlin' 

And some men like to hear a cannonball a-rollin' 

But me, I like sleepin', 'specially in my Molly's chamber 

But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain, yeah 

Oh, ring-dum-a-doo-dum-a-die
Wept for my daddy-o 

Wept for my daddy-o 

There's whiskey in the jar-o