As I was going over, the Cork and Kerry Mountains.
I saw Captain Farrell, and his money he was countin’.
I first produced my pistols, then produced my rapier.
I said “Stand there or deliver, or the devil he may take you”.
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da
Whack for my daddy-o, Whack 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, for she knows she treat me easy.
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar-o.
Round ’bout six or maybe seven, in walked Captain Farrell
I jumped up, fired on my pistol, and I shot him with both barrels.
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ha, ya
Whack for my daddy-o, Whack for my daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar-o.
Some men like the fishin’ and some men like the fowlin’,
and some men like to hear, the cannon ball a rollin’.
Me? I like sleepin’ especially in my Molly’s chamber.
But here I am in prison, here I am with ball and chain, yeah.
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da,
Whack for my daddy-o, Whack for my daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar-o.