Metallica – Whiskey In The Jar

As I was going over
The Cork and Kerry mountains
I saw Captain Farrell
And his money he was counting
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 my easy


Musha rain dum-a-do 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
Taking my Molly with me
But I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven