Whiskey in the jar (The Dubliners)

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.

I got a call on a rainy Monday Business was uneasy So I flipped open a fresh packet of cigarettes And considered the situation Was her daddy bad? Was it bullets for my baby? But there's one thing bothering me Who was the man in the jar? The fog drifted down over the river I turned up the collar of my coat I gotta get over there fast, fast, fast Call me a cab, call me a cab I entered the study Through the French windows There on the floor was all that was left Of the man with no face Crazy, was the name of the case Of the man with no face The man in the jar Daisy, was the name of the dame With the fabulous frame The man in the jar Brother, I'm telling a tale Of a beautiful frail Whose daddy was bad Buddy, don't give me no jive Just staying alive The man in the jar, The man in the jar He wanna get out, he wanna get out Smashin' the glass, smashin' the glass Smashin' the glass, the man in the jar I knew this was the grand finale 'Cause Hot City was too hot for Daisy That was the name of the frail who ended in jail Leaving me as a patsy Honey take my gun Sixteen guys entered the elevator at the same time That can only mean that I must be the man in the jar Hot shot, give me the phone Then leave me alone I'm like the man in the jar Sister, you got me all wrong I'm stringing along With the man in the jar Zaba, zaba, zaba, da, ba, baba, da, za, zaba, da, ba Zaba, zaba, zaba, da, ba, baba, da, za, zaba, da, ba The man in the jar, the man in the jar He wanna get out, he wanna get out He's smashin' the glass, he's smashin' the glass He's smashin' the glass, the man in the jar