Whiskey in the Jar
As I was coming home from a Port Maria party
I crossed paths with John Rackham and his lady friend Anne Bonny
Well perhaps it was the full moon, or the whiskey had worked its wonders
But I knocked them out cold in the street and relieved them of their plunder
Musha ring dumma do damma da
Whack for the daddy 'ol
Whack for the daddy 'ol
There's whiskey in the jar
Me heart was beating fast now and the road seemed rather scary
So I threw the sack over me back and I took it home to Mary
She said and she swore that she never would deceive me|
I didn't know the devil and Mary Read had made a pact way down in Fiji
As I sat there excitedly telling her of an eventful evening
I counted out the jewels and grinned then soon turned in for sleeping
But Mary took me clothes and she wore them like a man
And set out to find ol Calico Jack with me blunderbuss in hand
It was early in the morning and I woke from an attack
Then reaching for me gun beheld the smile of Calico Jack
Shocked and confused as the Cat o' nine tails hit me
And arm and arm there stood me Mary and Anne Bonny
There's a man Captain Barnet, and he works for the navy
I hear he's after Calico Jack perhaps he'll come and save me
But I wait here patiently as we sail toward Tortuga
A pirate now I man the deck because I've been recruited
Now some men take delight in the drinking and the roving
But others take delight the gambling and the smoking
But I take delight in an aged warm glass of whiskey
And courting pretty faire maidens, as long as their name's not Mary
