Metallica: Whiskey in the Jar

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As I was goin’ overThe Cork and Kerry MountainsI saw Captain FarrellAnd his money, he was countin’I first produced my pistolI then produced my rapierI said, “Stand and deliver oh, or the devil he may take ya”

Yeah

I took all of his moneyAnd it was a pretty pennyI took all of his moneyYeah, and I brought it home to MollyShe swore that she loved meNo, never would she leave meBut the devil take that womanYeah, for you know she tricked me easy

Musha rain dum a doo, dum a daWhack for my daddy, ohWhack for my daddy, ohThere’s whiskey in the jar, oh

Being drunk and wearyI went to Molly’s chamberTakin’ Molly with meBut I never knew the dangerFor about six or maybe sevenYeah, in walked Captain FarrellI jumped up, fired my pistolsAnd I shot him with both barrels

Yeah, musha rain dum a doo, dum a da, ha, yeahWhack for my daddy, ohWhack for my daddy, ohThere’s whiskey in the jar, oh

Yeah, whiskey, yo, whiskey

Oh, yeah, yeah, oh, goOh, oh, yeah

Now some men like a fishin’And some men like the fowlin’And some men like to hearTo hear the cannonball roarin’Me, I like sleepin’‘Specially in my Molly’s chamberBut here I am in prisonHere I am with a ball and chain, yeah

Musha rain dum a doo, dum a da, heh, hehWhack for my daddy, ohWhack for my daddy, ohThere’s whiskey in the jar, oh, yeah

Whiskey in the jar, oh, yeah

Musha rain dum a doo, dum a daMusha rain dum a doo, dum a da, heyMusha rain dum a doo, dum a daMusha rain dum a doo, dum a da, yeah

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