Whiskey In The Jar

As I was goin' over the drunk-carryin' mountains,

Saw Captain Bell and his money he was countin'.

First to lose my pistol, then to lose my rapier,

I said, "Stand and deliver, or the devil, he may take ya!"

Yeah, she stole all of his money, and it wasn't pretty penny.

She stole all of his money, yeah, and I brought it home to Molly.

She's so poor that she doesn't care.

Never would she leave him there.

But the devil will take that woman.

Yeah, for your nose, it's written that easy

My sky rain, la-ma-do-da-na

Watch for my daddy-o

Watch for my daddy-o there

Whiskey in the jar-o

Bein' drunk and weary

I went to my last chamber

Takin' part in whippin' back

But I never knew the danger For about six, maybe seven

Yeah, you know what's about to fail

Choked up by the pistols And I started to whip my barrel

Yeah, it must have rained a lot, yeah, yeah

Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o

their whiskey and jello, yeah, whiskey, no whiskey, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah.

Now some men like ambition, and some men like the bowling, and some men like to hear.

To hear the cannonball a-roarin' Me, I like sleepin'

Spacing my molly's chamber But here I am in prison

Here I am the boy that's stayin' Yeah, I'm a suburban, I'm a good, I'm a