Pulp – Whiskey In The Jar lyrics

As I was goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains
I met Captain Farrell and his money hewas countin'
I first produced my pistol and then produced my wager
I said stand anddeliver or the devil he may take ya
Oh ring dum a doo dum a da
Wept for my daddy-o /Wept for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
I took all of his money and it was apretty penny
I took all of his money and I brought it home to Molly
She swore thatshe'd love me, never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman 'cos you know shetreats me easy
Oh ring dum a doo dum a da
Wept for my daddy-o
Wept for my daddy-o /There's whiskey in the jar-o
Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber
I laydown on the bed and I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven in walkedCaptain Farrell
I jumped up, grabbed hold of my pistols and I shot him with both barrels
Oh ring dum a doo dum a da
Wept for my daddy-o
Wept for my daddy-o
There's whiskeyin the jar-o
Now some men like fishin' and some men like a fowlin'
And some men liketa hear a cannon ball a rollin'
Me I like sleepin' specially in my Molly's chamber
Buthere I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain yeah
Oh ring dum a doo dum a da /Wept for my daddy-o
Wept for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Ahlalalala,lalala...
.. my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Ahlalalala, lalala...
..