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Flogging Molly

Genres: Rock

Whiskey In The Jar Lyrics - Flogging Molly

As I was going over the far famed Kerry Mountains 

I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting 

I first produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier 

Saying stand and deliver for you are my bould deciever 

 

Musha ring dumma do dumma da 

Whack fol de daddy-o 

Whack fol de daddy-o 

There's whiskey in the jar 

 

I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny 

I put it in me pocket and I took it home to Jenny 

She sighed and she swore that she never would decieve me 

But the devil take the women for they never can be easy 

 

Musha ring dumma do dumma da 

Whack fol de daddy-o 

Whack fol de daddy-o 

There's whiskey in the jar 

 

I went up to my chamber all for to take a slumber 

I dreamt of golden jewels and for sure it was no wonder 

But Jenny drew me charges and she filled them up with water 

Then sent for captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter 

 

Musha ring dumma do dumma da 

Whack fol de daddy-o 

Whack fol de daddy-o 

There's whiskey in the jar 

 

It was early in the morning just before I rose to travel 

Up comes a band of footmen and likewise captain Farrell 

I first produced my pistol for she'd stole away my rapier 

I couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken 

 

Musha ring dumma do dumma da 

Whack fol de daddy-o 

Whack fol de daddy-o 

There's whiskey in the jar 

 

Now some men take delight in the drinking and the roving, 

but others take delight in the gambling and the smoking. 

But I take delight in the juice of the barley, 

and courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early 

 

Musha ring dumma do dumma da 

Whack fol de daddy-o 

Whack fol de daddy-o 

There's whiskey in the jar 

 

And if anyone can aid me it's my brother in the army 

If I can find a station in Cork or in Killarney 

And if he'll go with me we'll go roaming in Kilkenny 

And I'm sure he'll treat me better than my only sporting Jenny 

 

Musha ring dumma do dumma da 

Whack fol de daddy-o 

Whack fol de daddy-o 

There's whiskey in the jar 

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