Lyrics:

As I rode over Kilkenny mountain
I met Captain Irvin and his money he was couting
First I drew my dagger, then I drew my weapon
Saying, 'Stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver!'

I counted my money, I had a pretty penny
I put it in my pocket and I carried it home to Molly
She swore in her heart that she never would deceive me
But the devil's in the women, for they never can be easy

I went to Molly's chamber to get a little slumber
I laid my head upon the bed and it began to wonder
I had not been lying there before I was awakened
And the press gang overtook me and among them Captain Irvin

I reached for my pistol, but I was much mistaken
I snapped them off and a prisoner I was taken
She discharged my pistol, then she filled them with water
A prisoner I was taken like a lamb upon the slaughter

I have two brothers, they both live in the army
One is in Cork and the other in Killarney
And if I had them here tonight I would be brisk and jolly
I'd rather have them here tonight than you, my sporting Molly

My brother Pat he is a brisk young soldier
He carries his firelock all over his left shoulder
And on the field of battle, by me soul he's ne'er undaunted
For he'll fight like the devil or some fairy that is haunted

Some take delight in fishing and farming
Others take delight in cariiage rolling
But I take delight in being brisk and jolly
A-pouring out good whiskey stout for you, my sporting Molly

Whack fol me daddy-o
Whack fol me daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar!