As I was goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains
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A man with Captain Farrell and his money he was countin'
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I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
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I said stand and deliver or I am a born deciever
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Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
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Whack for my daddy-o
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Whack for my daddy-o
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There's whiskey in the jar-o
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I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny
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I put it in my pocket and I brought it home to Jenny
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She said and she swore that she never would decieve me
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But the devil take that woman for they never can be easy
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Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
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Whack for my daddy-o
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Whack for my daddy-o
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There's whiskey in the jar-o
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I went into my chamber for a check of slumber
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I dream't of golden jewels and for sure it was no wonder
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But Jenny took my charges and she filled them up with water
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And set for Captain Farrell to be ready for the sauna
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Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
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Whack for my daddy-o
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Whack for my daddy-o
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There's whiskey in the jar-o
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