As I was going over the Cork and Kerry Mountains
I saw 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 he make take you
Mush a rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack 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 loved me, never would she leave me
For the devil take that woman, for you know she tricked me easy
Mush a rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Gary Moore guitar solo
Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber
Taking my Molly with me and I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven, in walked Captain Farrell
I jumped up, fired off my pistols and I shot him with both barrels
Mush a rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Now some men like a fishing and some men like a fowling
And some men like to hear a cannonball a-roarin'
But me I like sleeping, especially in my Molly's chamber
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain yeah
Mush a rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Like a drunk one with you
And I loved, I loved, I loved, I loved, I loved, I loved my Molly-o
And the two barrels are
burning down, they're burnin' down
I saw 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 he make take you
Mush a rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack 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 loved me, never would she leave me
For the devil take that woman, for you know she tricked me easy
Mush a rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Gary Moore guitar solo
Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber
Taking my Molly with me and I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven, in walked Captain Farrell
I jumped up, fired off my pistols and I shot him with both barrels
Mush a rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Now some men like a fishing and some men like a fowling
And some men like to hear a cannonball a-roarin'
But me I like sleeping, especially in my Molly's chamber
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain yeah
Mush a rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Like a drunk one with you
And I loved, I loved, I loved, I loved, I loved, I loved my Molly-o
And the two barrels are
burning down, they're burnin' down