As I was going over the
Cork and
Kerry mountains
I saw
Captain
Farrow and the money he was counting
I first produced my pistol,
then produced my rapier
I said, stand and deliver,
cause the devil, he may take you
I took all of his money, 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 you,
no she tricked me
He said, I'm ushering from a duramidar
Whack for my daddy, oh
Crack for my daddy, oh
There's whiskey in the jar, oh
Being drunk and weary
I went to
Molly's chamber
Taking
Molly with me
But I never knew the danger
For about six, maybe seven
In war,
Captain
Farrell
I jumped, I fired both my pistols
And I shot him with both barrels
In mushroom rum, I do rub it out
Wept for my daddy -o
Cried for my daddy -o
Now there's whiskey in the jar
Now some men like the fishin'
Some men like the fowlin'
Some men like to hear that
a cannon ball is roarin'
Me, I just like sleepin'
Especially in
Molly's chamber
But here I am, oh, imprisoned
Here I am with a ball and chain, yeah
A -musherin', rub -a -doo, rub -a -dub
Work for my daddy -o,
work for my daddy -o
There's whiskey in the jar -o