Whiskey In The Jar - Johnny Logan, Friends

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

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

I counted out his money, and it made a pretty penny

I put it in my pocket and I took it home to Jenny

She swore, that she loved me, never would she leave me

But the devil take the women, for she know she tricked me easy

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

It was early in the morning, before I rose up for travel

Up came a band of footmen and likewise captain Farrell

I first produced my pistol, for she stole away my rapier

But I couldn’t shoot the captain, so a prisoner I was taken

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

Now some men they like drinking

And some men they like fighting

Some men like to hear the sound of a cannon ball a rollin'

Me, I like sleeping

Specially in my Jenny’s Chamber’s

But here I am in prison

Here I am with a ball and chain here

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

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