As I was goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains
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I met Captain Farrell and his money he was countin'
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I first produced my pistol and then produced my wager
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I said stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya
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Oh ring dum a doo dum a da / Wept for my daddy-o
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Wept for my daddy-o / There's whiskey in the jar-o
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I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny
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I took all of his money and I brought it home to Molly
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She swore that she'd love me, never would she leave me
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But the devil take that woman 'cos you know she treats me easy
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Oh ring dum a doo dum a da / Wept for my daddy-o
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Wept for my daddy-o / There's whiskey in the jar-o
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Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber
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I lay down on the bed and I never knew the danger
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For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell
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I jumped up, grabbed hold of my pistols and I shot him with both barrels
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Oh ring dum a doo dum a da / Wept for my daddy-o
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Wept for my daddy-o / There's whiskey in the jar-o
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Now some men like fishin' and some men like a fowlin'
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And some men like ta hear a cannon ball a rollin'
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Me I like sleepin' specially in my Molly's chamber
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But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain yeah
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Oh ring dum a doo dum a da / Wept for my daddy-o
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Wept for my daddy-o / There's whiskey in the jar-o
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Ahlalalala, lalala.....
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Whiskey In The Jar
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