Whiskey In The Jar (Thin Lizzy cover) Ирландская народная песня
As I was going over the Cork and Kerry mountains I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was counting I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier I said «stand and deliver or the devil he may take you» Yeah
I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny I took all of his money, yeah, and I brought it home to Molly She swore that she’d love me, no, never would she leave me But the devil take that woman, yeah, for you know she tricked me easy
Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There’s whiskey in the jar-o
Being drunk and weary I went to Molly’s chamber Taking money with me and I never knew the danger For about six or maybe seven, yeah, in walked Captain Farrell I jumped up, fired my pistols, and I shot him with both barrels, yeah
Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da, yeah-yeah Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There’s whiskey in the jar-o
Now some men like the fishing and some men like the fowling And some men like to hear, to hear the cannonball a-roaring Me I like sleeping, especially in my Molly’s chamber But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain, yeah
Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da, yeah-yeah Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There’s whiskey in the jar-o, yeah