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Whiskey in the Jar
FIDDLER'S GREEN
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As I was going over
The Cork and Kerry mountains
Met with captain Farrell
And his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol
And then produced my rapier
Saying stand and deliver
The devil he may take ya
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I counted out his money
And it made a pretty penny
Put it in my pocket
And I took it home to Molly
She swore that she'd love me
No never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman
For you know she tricked me easy
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Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for the daddy 'ol
Whack for the daddy 'ol
There's whiskey in the jar
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for the daddy 'ol
Whack for the daddy 'ol
There's whiskey in the jar
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Being drunk and weary
I went to Molly's chamber
Taking Molly with me
But I never knew the danger
There were six or maybe seven
In walked captain Farrell
I jumped up fired my pistol
And I shot him with both barrels
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for the daddy 'ol
Whack for the daddy 'ol
There's whiskey in the jar
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for the daddy 'ol
Whack for the daddy 'ol
There's whiskey in the jar
Now some men like the fishing
And some men like the fowling
Some men like to hear
To hear the cannon ball a'roaring
Me, I like sleeping
Especially in my Molly's chamber
But here I am in prison
Here I am with the ball and chain here
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for the daddy 'ol
Whack for the daddy 'ol
There's whiskey in the jar
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for the daddy 'ol
Whack for the daddy 'ol
There's whiskey in the jar