Sake In the Jar - The Chieftains & Ricky Skaggs

As I was going over Cork and Kerry mountains I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was countin' I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier I said "Stand and deliver or the devil he may take you" My shirigim duraham da Wack for my daddy oh, wack for my daddy oh There's whiskey in the jar 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 and never would she leave me But the devil take that woman 'cause you know she tricked me easy My shirigim duraham da Wack for my daddy oh, wack for my daddy oh There's whiskey in the jar 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 was captain Farrell I jumped up and found all my pistols and I shot him with the barrels My shirigim duraham da 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 specially in my Molly's chamber But here I am in prison here I am with a ball and chain, yeah My shirigim duraham da Wack for my daddy oh, wack for my daddy oh There's whiskey in the jar oh I got drunk on whiskey And I love and I love and I love my Molly.

Come all you good, kind people While I've got money to spend Tomorrow might be Monday And I'll neither have a dollar nor a friend When I've got plenty of money, good people My friends are all standing around Just as soon as my pocketbook is empty Not a friend on this earth can be found The last time I seen that dear woman, good people She had a wine glass in her hand She's a-drinking down her troubles With a lowdown, sorry, no good man My daddy told me a plenty good people And my momma she told me more Said son if you don't quit your rowdy ways You'll have trouble at your door All around this old jailhouse this evening, good people Forty dollars will pay my fine Corn whiskey has surrounded my body, poor boy Pretty women look trump in my mind If I'd a-listened to my momma, good people I would not be here today But a-drinking and a-shooting and a-gambling At home I cannot stay Go dig a hole in the meadow, good people Make it deep in that cold, cold ground Come gather around all you kind friends And see this poor rounder go down

Oh the Summer time is coming And the trees are sweetly blooming And the wild mountain thyme All around the blooming heather Will ye go lassie go... And we'll al lgo together To pull wild mountain thyme From around the blooming heather Will ye go lassie go I will build my love a bower Near yon pure crystal fountain And on it I will pile All the flowers of the mountain Will ye go lassie go... And we'll all go together To pull wild mountain thyme From around the blooming heather Will ye go lassie go If my true love she were gone I will surely find no other Where wild mountain thyme All around the blooming heather Will ye go lassie go... And we'll all go together To pull wild mountain thyme From around the blooming heather Will ye go lassie go