Whiskey in the Jar

As I was going over the Cork and Kerry Mountains I met with Captain Farrell and his money he was counting I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier Saying ""Stand and deliver, or the devil he may take ya"" I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny I put it in my pocket and I took it home to Molly She swore that she loved me, no, never would she leave me But the devil take that women for you know she tricked me easy Mush-a ring dumb-a do dumb-a da Wack fall the daddy-o, wack fall the daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber Takin' Molly with me but I never knew the danger For about six or maybe seven, in walked Captain Farrell I jumped up, fired my pistols and I shot him with both barrels Now some men like the fishin', and some men like the fowlin' Some men like to hear, to hear the cannonball roarin' 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