Whiskey In The Jar


As I was crossing over the Cork ‘n’ Kerry mountains.
I saw Captain Farrell and his monies he was countin’.
I first cocked back me pistol, then I thrust me rapier. I said:
“Stand and deliver! Or the Devil he will take ya!”.

I counted up his monies, and it was a pretty penny.
So I put it in me pocket, and took it home to Molly.
She swore that she loved me, and never, ever leave me.
But the Devil take the women, for they’re all out to deceive me.

Mush-a ring dum a do dum a da.
Whack fol me daddy-o. Whack fol me daddy-o.
There’s whiskey in the jar-o.

Somewhat drunk and weary, I went to Molly’s chamber.
And there lay Molly waitin’, but I never knew the danger.
Just before seventh heaven, yeah, in came Captain Farrell.
I jumped up, cocked me pistols and shot ’em with both barrels.

Mush-a ring dum a do dum a da.
Whack fol me daddy-o. Whack fol me daddy-o.
There’s whiskey in the jar-o.

SOLO

Now some men like a huntin’,
and some men like a whorin’
and some men like to hear the war-cannon a roarin’.
But me? I like to get drunk, on the juice of the barley.
But now I sit in gaol! No Whiskey and no Molly! Oh,

Mush-a ring dum a do dum a da.
Whack fol me daddy-o. Whack fol me daddy-o.
There’s whiskey in the jar-o.

And I got drunk on whiskey-o.
And I love, I love, I love, I love, I love, I love me Molly-o.

Traditional / Thin Lizzy / Metallica / Chapman


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