Metallica Whiskey In The Jar

As I was goin´ over the Cork and Kerry mountains
I saw Captain Farrell, his money he was countin´
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
I said stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya

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´d love me, no never would she leave me
But 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

Being drunk and weary, I went to Molly's chamber
Takin' my Molly with me, but I never knew the danger
For about six, maybe seven, yeah in walked Captian Farrell
I jumped up fired off my pistols, and I shot him with both barrells

Mush-a ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o

Yeah, oh
Yeah, oh

Now some men like the fishin´and some man like the fouling´
And some man like ta hear, ta hear cannon ball roarin´
Me I like sleepin´specially in my Molly´s chamber
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain yeah

Mush-a ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There´s whiskey in the jar-o
Yeah

Whiskey in the jar-o

Mush-a ring dum a doo dum a da (x4)

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