Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar It was early in the morning, just before I rose for travel The guards were all around me and likewise captain Farrell I first produced my pistol for he stole away my rapier But I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da Whack for my daddy-o.
Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar I went into my chamber, all for to take a slumber I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder But Johnny took my charges And he filled them up with water Then sent for captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da Whack for my daddy-o. Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jars: I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny I put it in my pocket and I took it home to Johnny He said and he swore that he never would deceive me But the devil take the men for they never can be easy Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da Whack for my daddy-o. As I was a goin' over the far famed Kerry mountains I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting I first produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier Said "Stand and deliver" for i am a bold deceiver Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da Whack for my daddy-o.
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