Spirit in the Jar

1

As I was goin’ over the Cork and Kerry mountains

I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was countin’

I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier

I said, “Stand and deliver, or the devil he may take you!”

R

Musha ring dum a doo dam a da

Whack for my daddy-o

Whack for my daddy-o

There’s spirit in the jar-o

2

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, never would she leave me

But the devil take that woman, for you know she tricked me easy

R

Musha ring dum a doo dam a da

Whack for my daddy-o

Whack for my daddy-o

There’s spirit in good beer

3

Being drunk and weary, I went to Molly’s chamber

Takin’ 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

R

Musha ring dum a do dam a da

Whack for my daddy-o

Whack for my daddy-o

There’s spirit in good wine

4

Now some men like the fishin’ and some men like the fowlin’

And some men like to hear the cannon ball a-roarin’

Me, I like sleepin’, ‘specially in my Molly’s chamber

But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain yeah

R

Musha ring dum a do dam a da

Whack for my daddy-o

Whack for my daddy-o

There’s spirit in good whiskey

5

Without spirit in the jar of

water, beer, wine, juice, milk, lemonade or whatever

we will do nothing worthy

Inspirators

The Pogues

The Dubliners

Thin Lizzy

1750s? Unknown soldier