As I was going over the Cork and Kerry mountains I saw Captain Farrell and his money, he was counting. I first produced my pistols, then produced my rapier. I said I'll stand there or deliver or the devil he may take you. Must you ring dum-a-doo-dum-a-di? Whack for my daddy-o, whack for my daddy-o, there's whiskey in the gyro. 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 loved me, never would she leave me. But the devil take that woman, for she knows she treat me easy. Must you ring dum-a-doo-dum-a-di? Whack for my daddy-o, whack for my daddy-o, there's whiskey in the gyro. Round about six or maybe seven, in war Captain Farrell. I jumped up, followed my pistol, and I shot him with both barrels. Must you ring dum-a-doo-dum-a-di? Whack for my daddy-o, whack for my daddy-o, there's whiskey in the gyro. Some men like the fishin', some men like the fowlin'. Some men like to hear the cannonball rollin'. Me, I like sleepin', especially in my Molly's chamber. Here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain, yeah. Must you ring dum-a-doo-dum-a-di? Whack for my daddy-o, whack for my daddy-o, there's whiskey in the gyro.