Whiskey In The Jar

Whiskey In The Jar Irish Traditional As I was goin 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 Musha rain dum a doo, dum a da Whack for my daddy, oh Whack for my daddy, oh There s whiskey in the jar, oh 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