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FLOGGING MOLLY : whiskey in the jar lyrics

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FLOGGING MOLLY lyrics : "whiskey in the jar"

As I was going over the far famed Kerry Mountains
I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier

Saying stand and deliver for you are my bould deciever

Musha ring dumma do dumma da

Whack fol de daddy-o
Whack fol de daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar


I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny
I put it in me pocket and I took it home to Jenny

She sighed and she swore that she never would decieve me
But the devil take the women for they never can be easy


Musha ring dumma do dumma da
Whack fol de daddy-o
Whack fol de daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar

I went up to my chamber all for to take a slumber

I dreamt of golden jewels and for sure it was no wonder
But Jenny drew me charges and she filled them up with water
Then sent for captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter


Musha ring dumma do dumma da
Whack fol de daddy-o

Whack fol de daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar


It was early in the morning just before I rose to travel




Up comes a band of footmen and likewise captain Farrell
I first produced my pistol for she'd stole away my rapier

I couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken

Musha ring dumma do dumma da

Whack fol de daddy-o
Whack fol de daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar


Now some men take delight in the drinking and the roving,
but others take delight in the gambling and the smoking.

But I take delight in the juice of the barley,
and courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early


Musha ring dumma do dumma da
Whack fol de daddy-o
Whack fol de daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar

And if anyone can aid me it's my brother in the army

If I can find a station in Cork or in Killarney
And if he'll go with me we'll go roaming in Kilkenny
And I'm sure he'll treat me better than my only sporting Jenny


Musha ring dumma do dumma da
Whack fol de daddy-o

Whack fol de daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar

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