Karaoké Whiskey in a Jar Celtic Thunder & Keith Harkin & Neil Byrne

As I was goin' over

Cork and Kerry mountains

I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was counting

I first produced my pistols then produced my rapier

I said, stand down or deliver for the devil he may take you

Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da

Whack for my daddy-o

Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da

Whack for my daddy-o

Whack for my daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar-o

Whack for my daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar-o

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 loved me never would she leave me

But the devil take that women for she knows she treats me easy

Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da

Whack for my daddy-o

Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da

Whack for my daddy-o

Whack for my daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar-o

Whack for my daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar-o

'Round about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell

I jumped up, fired off my pistol and I shot him with both barrels

Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da

Whack for my daddy-o

Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da

Whack for my daddy-o

Whack for my daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar-o

Whack for my daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar-o

Some men like the fishin'

Some men like the fowlin'

Some men like to hear the cannonball a-rollin'

Me, I like sleepin' 'specially in my Molly's chamber

But here I am in prison

Here I am on the ball and chain, yeah

Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da

Whack for my daddy-o

Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da

Whack for my daddy-o

Whack for my daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar-o

Whack for my daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar-o

Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da

Whack for my daddy-o

Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da

Whack for my daddy-o

Whack for my daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar-o

Whack for my daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar-o