Lack Of Limits

Lack Of Limits - Whiskey In The Jar lyrics

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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"

Yeah
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 loved me, no, never would she leave 
me
But the devil take that woman, yeah, for you know she 
tricked me 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 Molly with me, but I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven, yeah, in walked Captain 
Farrell
barrels, yeah

Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da, yeah-yeah
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o

Yeah, whiskey
Yo-ooh, whiskey

Yo-ooh, yeah-ee-yeah, ooh
Yo-oo-oo-ooh, yeah

Now some men like the fishing and some men like the 
fowling
And some men like to hear, to hear the cannonball a-
roaring
Me I like sleeping, especially in my Molly's chamber
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and 
chain, yeah

Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da, yeah-yeah
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o, yeah

Whiskey in the jar-o, yeah
Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da
Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da, hey
Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da
Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da, yeah

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Language: English

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