Whiskey In The Jar

As I was a goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains
I saw captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistols then produced my rapier
I said "Stand there or deliver" for the devil, he may take you.

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Must you ring dum-a do 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
And never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman
for she know she treat me easy.

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Round about six or maybe seven
In walked Captain Farrell
I jumped up
Fire low my pistol
And I shot him with both barrels.

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Some men like the fishin'
Some men like the fowlin'
Some men like to hear
The cannon ball a-rollin'
Me, I like sleeping
'Specially in my Molly's chamber
Here I am in prison
Here I am with a ball and chain, yeah.

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