When i was a young las I met me strapping Jonny. He was tall and he was handsome And i looked upon him fondly. He started is pursuing And sun we were a'courting. And when springtime was'a fading A gold ring I was a'sporting. Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da. Wack fall the daddy-o, Wack fall the daddy-o. There's whiskey in the jar. A year we were betrothed And the wedding plans were started. Come hell or come high water I knew we would not be parted. But then we were'a married And I started to grieving'n. Because me handsome Johnny Had turned to a life of thieving. Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da. Wack fall the daddy-o, Wack fall the daddy-o. There's whiskey in the jar. He traveled of for fortnights, Gathering up his booty. But I stood beside me husband For it was me solemn duty. For years I was'a hoping His ways ways would be'a mending. That he would be an honest man Before his life was ending. Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da. Wack fall the daddy-o, Wack fall the daddy-o. There's whiskey in the jar. One day the captain Farrell On my door he came a'rapping. He said he would kill my husband Lest I did agree to trapp him. So I waited until midnight When my Johnny was a'sleeping. And I got up in my bed clothes Through the house i was a'creeping. Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da. Wack fall the daddy-o, Wack fall the daddy-o. There's whiskey in the jar. I saw him of that morning The deception I did cover. And I bid me Johnny farewell For me heart still called him lover. They captured my poor Johnny And now he lies in prison. And he say my name in curses But at least me husbands living. Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da. Wack fall the daddy-o, Wack fall the daddy-o. There's whiskey in the jar. Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da. Wack fall the daddy-o, Wack fall the daddy-o. There's whiskey in the jar.

Whichever way I fly is Hell For I myself am Hell And in the deepest well you'll find Always a deeper well A Boy takes stock of all he's got Wise Men, all we've destroyed Join me in The House of Mourning And run run run run run from The House of Joy I rip my garments every day Drape veils over my mirrors I have no cushions on my chairs It's been that way for years There's always more to mourn, my boy And Joy still to avoid Join me in The House of Mourning And run run run run run from The House of Joy Your father mourned his father You must mourn your father, too From the seat where he once sat When he once sat with you The suffering of Man shall be The destiny of Boy Join me in The House of Mourning And run run run run run Run run run run run from The House of Joy