metallica
whiskey in the jar
As I was goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains I saw Captain Farrell, his money he was countin' I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier I said stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya 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, no never would she leave me But devil take that woman for you know she tricked me easy Musha raim dum a doo dum a da Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o Being drunk and weary, I went to Molly's chamber Takin' Molly with me, but I never knew the danger For about six, maybe seven, yeah in walked Captian Farrell I jumped up with my pistols, and I shot him with both barrells Musha raim dum a doo dum a da Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o Yeah, oh Yeah, oh Now some men like the fishin'and some man like the fowlin' And some man like to hear, to hear cannon ball a roarin' 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 Musha raim dum a doo dum a da Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o Yeah Whiskey in the jar-o Musha ring dum a doo dum a da (x4)