| F# | Ebm | | As i was going over the | Kork and Kerry mountains |
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| B | F# | | I | saw Captain Farrell and his | money he was counting |
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| Ebm | | I first produced my pistol and then | produced my rapier |
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| B | F# | | I said | „Stand and deliver or the | devil he may take you“ |
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| Ebm | | I took all of his money and it | was a pretty penny |
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| B | F# | | I | took all of his money and I | brought it home to Molly |
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| Ebm | | She swore that she’d love me, no | never would she leave me |
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| B | F# | | But the | devil take that woman for you | know she treat me easy |
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| | | C# | F# | | | Mush a | ring dum a doo dum a da - | Whack for my daddy’o |
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| | | B | F# | C# | F# | | | | Whack for my daddy’o, there’s | Whisky | in the | jar, o |
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| Ebm | | Being drunk and weary I | went to Molly’s chamber |
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| B | F# | | Taking my Molly with me and i | never knew the danger |
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| Ebm | | For about six or maybe seven | in walked Captain Farrell |
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| B | F# | | I | jumped up, fired off my pistols and i | shot him with both barrels |
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| | | C# | F# | | | Mush a | ring dum a doo dum a da - | Whack for my daddy’o |
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| | | B | F# | C# | F# | | | | Whack for my daddy’o, there’s | Whisky | in the | jar, o |
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| Ebm | | Now some men like the fishing and | some men like fowling |
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| B | F# | | And | some men like to hear the | cannonballs are roaring |
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| Ebm | | Me, I like sleeping, specially | in my Molly’s chamber |
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| B | F# | | But | here i am in prison, here i | am with a ball and chain, yeah |
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| | | C# | F# | | | Mush a | ring dum a doo dum a da - | Whack for my daddy’o |
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| | | B | F# | C# | F# | | | | Whack for my daddy’o, there’s | Whisky | in the | jar, o |
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