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Whiskey in the Jar
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 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'd love me, never would she leave me
But the devil
take that woman for you know she treat me easy
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
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