Whiskey In The Jar

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 dum a doo dum 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 `cos you know she treats me easy Oh ring dum a doo dum 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 dum a doo dum 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 dum a doo dum a da / Wept for my daddy-o Wept for my daddy-o / There`s whiskey in the jar-o Ahlalalala, lalala.....