Oh, there's whiskey in the jar. I counted out my money and it made a pretty penny I put it in my pocket and I gave it to my Jenny She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me But the devil take the women for they never can be easy With your whack fol the diddle day Whack fol the diddle oh whack fol the diddle
I like sleepin' specially in my Molly's chamber But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain, yeah Musha ring dumb a do dumb a da Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o And I got drunk on whiskey-o And I love, I love, I love, I love, I love, I love my Molly-o
Whiskey in the Jar Lyrics by The Dubliners from the Greatest Hits [Happy Hour] album- including song video, artist biography, translations and more: As I was a goin' over the far famed Kerry mountains I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting I first pr….
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