Whiskey In The Jar
 作词 : Traditional
 作曲 : Traditional
As I was goin' over
the Cork and Kerry Mountains
I met Captain Farrell
and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol
and then produced my rapier
I said:"Stand!
and deliver
or the devil
may take ya."
A ring dumb-a do dumb-a da
Whack fall my daddy-o
Whack fall 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 tricked me easily
A ring dumb-a do dumb-a da
Whack fall my daddy-o
Whack fall my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Being drunk and weary
I went to Molly's chamber
I laid 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 my pistols
and I shot him with both barrels
A ring dumb-a do dumb-a da
Whack fall my daddy-o
Whack fall my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Now some men like fishing
and some men like fowling
and some men like to hear a cannon ball roaring
But me?
I like sleeping
specially in my Molly's chamber
But here I am in prison
here I am with a ball and chain yeah
A ring dumb-a do dumb-a da
Whack fall my daddy-o
Whack fall my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o