Whiskey In the Jar
A man with Captain Farrell and his money he was countin'
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
I said stand and deliver or I am a born deciever
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny
I put it in my pocket and I brought it home to Jenny
She said and she swore that she never would decieve me
But the devil take that woman for they never can be easy
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
I went into my chamber for a check of slumber
I dream't of golden jewels and for sure it was no wonder
But Jenny took my charges and she filled them up with water
And set for Captain Farrell to be ready for the sauna
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
