Metallica - Whiskey in the Jar

Whiskey in the Jar

Metallica

As I was goin' over

The Cork and Kerry Mountains

I saw Captain Farrell

And his money, he was countin'

I first produced my pistol

And then produced my rapier

I said: Stand and deliver or the devil he may take you

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 loved me

No, never would she leave me

But the devil take that woman

For you know she tricked me easy

Musha rain dum a doo, dum a da

Whack for my daddy

Whack for my daddy

There's whiskey in the jar

Being drunk and weary

I went to Molly's chamber

Takin' Molly with me

But I never knew the danger

For about six or maybe seven

In walked Captain Farrell

I jumped up, fired my pistols

And I shot him with both barrels

Yeah, musha rain dum a doo, dum a da

Whack for my daddy

Whack for my daddy

There's whiskey in the jar

Now some men like a fishin'

But some men like the fowlin'

Some men like to hear

To hear the cannonball roarin'

Me, I like sleepin'

'Specially in my Molly's chamber

But here I am in prison

Here I am with a ball and chain

Musha rain dum a doo, dum a da

Whack for my daddy

Whack for my daddy

There's whiskey in the jar

Whiskey in the jar

Musha rain dum a doo, dum a da

Musha rain dum a doo, dum a da

Musha rain dum a doo, dum a da

Musha rain dum a doo, dum a da