Metallica - Whiskey In the Jar

As I was going over the Cork and Kerry mountainsI saw Captain Farrell, his money he was countingI first produced my pistol, then produced my rapierI said stand and deliver or the devil, he may take yaI took all of his money and it was a pretty pennyI took all of his money, yeah, and I brought it home to MollyShe swore that she'd love me, no never would she leave meBut the devil take that woman, yeah, for you know she tricked me easyMush-a ring dum-a-doo-dum-a-daWhack for my daddy-oWhack for my daddy-oThere's whiskey in the jar-oBeing drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamberTaking Molly with me, but I never knew the dangerFor about six or maybe seven, in walked Captain FarrellI jumped up, fired my pistols and I shot him with both barrels, yeahMush-a ring dum-a-doo-dum-a-da, yeah-yeahWhack for my daddy-oWhack for my daddy-oThere's whiskey in the jar-oYeah-ah, whiskeyYeah-whoa, whiskeyNow some men like the fishing, some men like the fowlingSome men like to hear, to hear the cannon ball a-roaringMe, I like sleeping 'specially in my Molly's chamberBut here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain, yeahMush-a ring dum-a-doo-dum-a-da, yeah-yeahWhack for my daddy-oWhack for my daddy-oThere's whiskey in the jar-o, yeahWhiskey in the jar-o, yeahMush-a ring dum-a-doo-dum-a-daMush-a ring dum-a-doo-dum-a-daHey, mush-a ring dum-a-doo-dum-a-daMush-a ring dum-a-doo-dum-a-da, yeah