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 on and deliver
Or the devil, he may take you"
My shirim damadu damada
Wack for my daddy, oh
Wack for my daddy, oh
There's whiskey in the jar, oh
Oh
I took on all his money
And it was a pretty penny
I took on all his money
And I brought it home to Molly
She swore that she loved me
Never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman
Cause you know she tricked me easy
My shirim damadu damada
Wack for my daddy, oh
Wack for my daddy, oh
There's whiskey in the jar, oh
Oh
Feeling drunk and weary
I went to Molly's chamber
Taking my money with me
But I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven
It were captain Farrell
I jumped up and found all my pistols
And I shot him with the barrels
My shirim damadu damada
Wack for my daddy, oh
Wack for my daddy, oh
There's whiskey in the jar, oh
Now some men like the fishing
And some men like to travel
And some men like to hear
The cannon ball a roaring
But 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
My shirim damadu damada
Wack for my daddy, oh
Wack for my daddy, oh
There's whiskey in the jar, oh
I got drunk on whiskey, oh
And I love, I love
I love, I love my Molly so
Oh