| As I was going over the far famed Kerry mountains
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| I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting
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| I first produced my pistol, and then produced my rapier
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| Saying «stand and deliver», for he were a bold deceiver
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| With your ring dum-a do dam-a da
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| Whack for the daddy’o
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| Whack for the daddy’o
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| There’s whiskey in the jar
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| I counted out his money, and it made a pretty penny
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| I put it in my pocket and I took it home to Jenny
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| She swore, that she loved me, never would she leave me
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| But the devil take the women, for she know she tricked me easy
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| With your ring dum-a do dam-a da
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| Whack for the daddy’o
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| Whack for the daddy’o
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| There’s whiskey in the jar
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| It was early in the morning, before I rose up for travel
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| Up came a band of footmen and likewise captain Farrell
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| I first produced my pistol, for she stole away my rapier
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| But I couldn’t shoot the captain, so a prisoner I was taken
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| With your ring dum-a do dam-a da
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| Whack for the daddy’o
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| Whack for the daddy’o
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| There’s whiskey in the jar
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| Now some men they like drinking
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| And some men they like fighting
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| Some men like to hear the sound of a cannon ball a rollin'
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| Me, I like sleeping
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| Specially in my Jenny’s Chamber’s
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| But here I am in prison
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| Here I am with a ball and chain here
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| With your ring dum-a do dam-a da
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| Whack for the daddy’o
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| Whack for the daddy’o
|
| There’s whiskey in the jar
|
| With your ring dum-a do dam-a da
|
| Whack for the daddy’o
|
| Whack for the daddy’o
|
| There’s whiskey in the jar
|
| As I was going over the far famed Kerry mountains
|
| I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting
|
| I first produced my pistol, and then produced my rapier
|
| Saying «stand and deliver», for he were a bold deceiver |