Whiskey In The Jar [Breton translation]

As I was going over

The Cork and Kerry mountains

I saw Captain Farrell

And his money he was counting

I first produced my pistol

And then produced my rapier

I said "Stand and deliver

Or the devil he may take you"

I took all of his money

And it was a pretty penny

I took all of his money and

I brought it home to Molly

She swore that she'd love me

No Never would she leave me

But the devil take that woman

For you know she treat me easy

[Chorus]:

Mush a ring dum a doo dum a da

Whack for my daddy'o

Whack for my daddy'o,

There's Whiskey in the jar, o

Being drunk and weary

I went to Molly`s chamber

Taking my Molly with me

And I never knew the danger

For about six or maybe seven

In walked Captain Farrell

I jumped up, fired off my pistols

And I shot him with both barrels

[Chorus]

Now some men like the fishing

And some men like fowling

And some men like to hear

The cannonballs are roaring

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

• Artist:English Folk