Happy St Paddy’s

I hope my Irish forebears would approve.



I make no apologies for this being my favourite version.

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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 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, 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 

Taking 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 

Now some men like a fishin', 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!

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