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 menever 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 upgrabbed 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 prisonhere 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
Ahlalalalalalala.....

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