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 o'er and deliver or the devil he may take ya.
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Musha ring dumb a do dumb 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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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 for you know she tricked me easy.
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Musha ring dumb a do dumb 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 dumb a do dumb 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 a 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 dumb a do dumb 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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And I got drunk on whiskey-o
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And I love, I love, I love, I love, I love, I love my Molly-o.
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Whiskey In The Jar (11/14/72)
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Thin Lizzy |