Whiskey In The Jar

Metallica

As I was going over the Cork and Kerry Mountains 
I saw 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" 

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 loved 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-doo 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 
Takin' my Molly with me, but I never knew the danger 
For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell 
I jumped up, fired my pistols, and I shot him with both barrels 

Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ha, ya 
Whack for my daddy-o 
Whack for my daddy-o 
There's whiskey in the jar-o 

Yeah, whiskey, yo, whiskey... 
Oh-oh, ya 

Now some men like a fishin', but some men like the fowlin' 
Some men like to hear, to hear the cannonball a-roarin' 
But 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 

Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ha, ya 
Whack for my daddy-o 
Whack for my daddy-o 
There's whiskey in the jar-o 

Whiskey in the jar-o 
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da 
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, hey 
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da 
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ya.