Whiskey In The Jar Lyrics - Pulp

As I was goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains 

I met Captain Farrell and 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 

(Chorus:) 

Oh ring dum a doo dum a da 

Wept for my daddy-o 

Wept for my daddy-o 

There's whiskey in the jar-o 

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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, never would she leave me 

But the devil take that woman 

cos you know she tricked me easy 

(Chorus) 

Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber 

I lay down on the bed and I never knew the danger 

For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell 

I jumped up, grabbed hold of my pistols and I shot him with both barrels 

(Chorus) 

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Now some men like fishin' 

and some men like a fowlin' 

And some men like ta hear a cannon ball a rollin' 

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 

(Chorus)