Whiskey in the Jar

Pulp

As I was goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains
I met Captain Farrell and his money he
Was countin'
I first produced my pistol and then produced my wager
I said stand and
Deliver or the devil he may take ya
Oh ring dumb a doo dumb a da
Wept for my daddy-o

Wept 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 'Cause you know she
Tricks me easy
Oh ring dumb a doo dumb a da
Wept for my daddy-o
Wept for my daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar-o
Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber
I lay
Down on the bed and I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven in walked
Captain Farrell
I jumped up, grabbed hold of my pistols and I shot him with both barrels
Oh ring dumb a doo dumb a da
Wept for my daddy-o
Wept for my daddy-o
There's whiskey
In the jar-o
Now some men like fishin' and some men like a fowlin'
And some men like
Ta hear a cannon ball a rollin'
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
Oh ring dumb a doo dumb a da

Wept for my daddy-o
Wept for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Ahlalalala,
Lalala...