As I was going over the Cork and Kerry mountains I saw Captain Farrell and his money, he was counting. I first produced my pistol, and then produced my rapier, I said, Stand or deliver, or the devil, he may take you, mushering down, down, down, down. Whack for my daddy-o, whack for my daddy-o, there's whiskey in the chalet. I took all 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, but never would she leave me, but the devil take that woman, for you know she'd treat me easy, mushering down, down, down, down. Whack for my daddy-o, whack for my daddy-o, there's whiskey in the chalet. Being drunk and weary, I went to Molly's chamber, taking my money with me. And I never knew the danger, about six or maybe seven, in war Captain Farrell. I jumped up, fired off my pistols, and shot him with both barrels, mushering down, down, down. Whack for my daddy-o, whack for my daddy-o, there's whiskey in the chalet. And some men like the fishing, and some men like the fouling, and some men like to hear the sound of a cannonball roaring. Me, I like sleeping, especially in my Molly's chamber, but here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain, yeah, we're mushering down, down, down, down. Whack for my daddy-o, whack for my daddy-o, there's whiskey in the chalet. Mushering down, down, down, down. Whack for my daddy-o, whack for my daddy-o, there's whiskey in the chalet.