Whisky In The Jar

As I was going over the far famed Kerry mountains
I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting.
I first produced the pistol, and then produced the rapier
Saying, "stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver"

Musha ring dumma do damma da
Whack for the daddy 'ol
Whack for the daddy 'ol
There's whisky in the jar

I counted out his money, and it made a pretty penny.
I put it in my pocket and I took it home to Jenny.
She said and then she swore she never would deceive me,
But the devil take the women, for they always lie so easy

Musha ring dumma do damma da
Whack for the daddy 'ol
Whack for the daddy 'ol
There's whisky in the jar

Now, being drunk and weary I went to Jenny's chamber
I dreamt of gold and jewels and never thought the danger
But Jenny [...] and stole away my rapier,
Then sent for Captain Farrell [...]

Musha ring dumma do damma da
Whack for the daddy 'ol
Whack for the daddy 'ol
There's whisky in the jar

It was early the next morning, before I rose to travel,
Up comes a band of guards likewise captain Farrel.
My rapier being missing, I grabbed my pistol
But my love deceive me well and so a prisoner I was taken.

Musha ring dumma do damma da
Whack for the daddy 'ol
Whack for the daddy 'ol
There's whisky in the jar

Now some men take delight in the huntin' and the fishin',
But others take delight in the gambling and the smoking.
But I take delight in the juice of the barley,
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain

Musha ring dumma do damma da
Whack for the daddy 'ol
Whack for the daddy 'ol
There's whisky in the jar