As I was going over the Cork and Kerry mountains I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was counting I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier I said "stand and deliver or the devil he may take you" I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny I took all of his money, yeah, and I brought it home to Molly She swore that she loved me, no, never would she leave me But the devil take that woman, yeah, for you know she tricked me easy Musha rain dum-a-do-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 Taking Molly with me, but I never knew the danger For about six or maybe seven, yeah, in walked Captain Farrell I jumped up, fired my pistols, and I shot him with both barrels, yeah Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da, yeah-yeah Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o Now some men like the fishing and some men like the fowling And some men like to hear, to hear the cannonball a-roaring Me I like sleeping, especially in my Molly's chamber But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da, yeah-yeah Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o Whiskey in the jar-o, yeah Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da |