| 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 ya | |
| I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny | |
| I took all of his money yeah and I brought it home to Molly | |
| She swore that she'd love me, no never would she leave me | |
| But the devil take that woman yeah for you know she tricked me easy | |
| Musha ring dum a doo dum a da | |
| Whack for my daddy-o | |
| Whack for my daddy-o | |
| There's whiskey in the jar-o | |
| Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber | |
| Takin' my money with me and I never knew the danger | |
| For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell | |
| I jumped up, fired off my pistols and I shot him with both barrels | |
| Musha ring dum a doo dum a da | |
| Whack for my daddy-o | |
| Whack for my daddy-o | |
| There's whiskey in the jar-o | |
| Now some men like the fishin' and some men like the fowlin' | |
| And some men like ta hear, ta hear cannon ball a 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 yeah | |
| Musha ring dum a doo dum a da | |
| Whack for my daddy-o | |
| Whack for my daddy-o | |
| There's whiskey in the jar-o | |
| Whiskey in the jar-o | |
| Musha ring dum a doo dum a da |