Whiskey in the Jar

As I was going over the Kilgary mountain
I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol, and I then produced my rapier
Said stand and deliver, for you are a bold deceiver

With my ring dumma do damma da
Whack for the daddy 'ol
Whack for the daddy 'ol
There's whiskey in the jar

I counted out his money, and it was a pretty penny
I put it in my pocket and I gave it to my Jenny
She sighed and she swore, that she never would deceive me
But the devil take those women, 'cause they never can be easy

With my ring dumma do damma da
Whack for the daddy 'ol
Whack for the daddy 'ol
There's whiskey in the jar

Now some men take delight in the harley and the bowling
And others take delight in the carriages a rolling
But me, I take delight in the juice of the barley
And courting pretty women when the sun is bright and early

With my ring dumma do damma da
Whack for the daddy 'ol
Whack for the daddy 'ol
There's whiskey in the jar

With my ring dumma do damma da
Whack for the daddy 'ol
Whack for the daddy 'ol
There's whiskey in the jar