Whiskey In The Jar
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As I was goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains
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I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was countin'
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I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
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I said stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya
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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 yeah 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 for you know she treat me easy
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Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
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Whack for my daddy-o
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Whack for my daddy-o
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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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Takin' my money with me 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, fired off my pistols and I shot him with both barrels
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Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
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Whack for my daddy-o
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Whack for my daddy-o
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There's whiskey in the jar-o
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Now some men like the fishin' and some men like the fowlin'
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And some men like ta hear, ta hear cannon ball a roarin'
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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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Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
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Whack for my daddy-o
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Whack for my daddy-o
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There's whiskey in the jar-o
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Whiskey in the jar-o
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Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
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Whiskey In The Jar (Traditional)
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