As I was going 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 may he take ya"
Oh, ring-dum-a-doo-dum-a-die
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 loved me; never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman, 'cos you know she tricked me easy
Oh, ring-dum-a-doo-dum-a-die
Wept for my daddy-o
Wept for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
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
Oh, ring-dum-a-doo-dum-a-die
Wept for my daddy-o
Wept for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Now some men like fishin' and some men like a fowlin'
And some men like to hear a cannonball 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
Oh, ring-dum-a-doo-dum-a-die
Wept for my daddy-o
Wept for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Our attempt to copy "Thin Lizzy"'s version of this song. We played it on a live French radio show and it later featured on a charity album for "ChildLine". I think one of the roadies had to show us how to play the solo.