Artist/Band:
Pulp
Lyrics for Song: Whisky In The Jar
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - Pulp
As I was goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains
I met Captain Farrell and his money he was countin'
I first produced my pistol and then produced my wager
I said stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya
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Oh ring dum a doo dum a da
Wept for my daddy-o
Wept for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
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'd love me, never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman 'cause you know she tricked me easy
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Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber
I lay down on the bed and I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell
I jumped up grabbed hold my pistols and I shot him with both barrels
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Now some men like fishin' and some men like a fowlin'
And some men like ta hear a cannon ball a rollin'
But me, I like sleepin' specially in my Molly's chamber
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain yeah
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