The Cook and Kerry mountains
I saw the 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
Musha rain dumb’a dumb’a dumb dah
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
Theres whiskey in the jar-o
And it was a pretty penny
I took all of his money
And I brought it home to Molly
She swore that shed love me
No never would she leave me
But devil take that woman
For you know she tricked me easy
Musha rain dumb’a dumb’a dumb dah
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
Theres whiskey in the jar-o
some men like the fishing
some men like the fowling
some men like the hear
a cannon ball a roaring
Me I like sleeping
Specially in my Mollys chamber
But here I am in prison
Here I am with a ball and chain, yeah
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
Theres whiskey in the jar-o