Metallica Whiskey in the jar
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 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 da
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