Lyrics:

Oh, well, as I was going over Cork and Kerry Mountain
I met with Captain Farrell and his money he was counting
First produced me pistol, I then produced me rapier
Said, 'Stand and deliver, for you were a bold receiver'

With me ring, dum-a-doo, dum-a-dah
Whack for my daddy, oh
Whack for my daddy, oh
There's whiskey in the jar

Well, he counted out his money and made a pretty penny
Put it in me pocket and I gave it all to Jenny
And she sighed and she swore she never would betray me
But the devil take the women, for they never can be easy

With me ring, dum-a-doo, dum-a-dah
Whack for my daddy, oh
Whack for my daddy, oh
There's whiskey in the jar

Oh, if anyone can aid me, 'tis me brother in the army
If I can learn his station, it's in Cork or Killarney
Then I'd go and join him, we'd go roving in Kilkenny
I'd even dare he'd treat me fairer than me sporting Jenny

With me ring, dum-a-doo, dum-a-dah
Whack for my daddy, oh
Whack for my daddy, oh
There's whiskey in the jar

Now there's some that take delight in the hurlin' and the bowlin'
Others take delight, oh, in the carriages a-rollin'
But I take delight in the juice of the barley
And courting pretty women when the sun is risin' early

With me ring, dum-a-doo, dum-a-dah
Whack for my daddy, oh
Whack for my daddy, oh
There's whiskey in the jar
Oh, with me ring, dum-a-doo, dum-a-dah
Whack for my daddy, oh
Whack for my daddy, oh
There's whiskey in the jar