Celtic Thunder
Текст песни Whiskey In The Jar

As I was a goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains
I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistols then produced my rapier
I said a' stand there, or deliver, or the Devil he make take you.


Must-you ring dum-a do dum-a dy
Whack for my daddy-o. Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o.

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'd love me, never would she leave me,
But the Devil take that woman, for she know she treat me easy.


Must-you ring dum-a do dum-a dy
Whack for my daddy-o. Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o.

'Round about six or maybe seven, in walked Captain Farrell,

I jumped up, follow my pistol, and I shot him with both barrels.


Must-you ring dum-a do dum-a dy
Whack for my daddy-o. Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o.

Some men like for fishing, some men like for fowling,
Some men like to hear, some men like to hear, the cannon ball a'rolling
Me, I like sleeping, 'specially in my Molly's chamber,
B' here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain ya.


Must-you ring dum-a do dum-a dy
Whack for my daddy-o. Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o.


Must-you ring dum-a do dum-a dy
Whack for my daddy-o. Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o.

Thanks to Paul S for correcting these lyrics