Whiskey In The Jar (live) - Smokie

As I was goin´ over,
The Cork and Kerry mountains,
I saw Captain Farrell,
And 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

Musha ring dum a doo dum a da,
Whack for my daddyo,
Whack for my daddyoo,
There´s whiskey in the jaro.

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,
Never would she leave me,
But the devil, take that woman
´Cause you know she tricked me easy.

Musha ring dum a doo dum a da,
Whack for my daddyo,
Whack for my daddyoo,
There´s whiskey in the jaro.

Being drunk and weary,
I went to Molly´s chamber,
Takin´ my money with me,
And I never knew the danger.
For about six or maybe seven,
In walked Captain Farrell,
I jumped up, fired off my pistols,
And I shot him with both barrels.

Musha ring dum a doo dum a da,
Whack for my daddyo,
Whack for my daddyoo,
There´s whiskey in the jaro.

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

Musha ring dum a doo dum a da,
Whack for my daddyo,
Whack for my daddyoo,
There´s whiskey in the jaro.