Whiskey in the Jar

As I was coming home from a Port Maria party

I crossed paths with John Rackham and his lady friend Anne Bonny

Well perhaps it was the full moon, or the whiskey had worked its wonders

But I knocked them out cold in the street and relieved them of their plunder

Musha ring dumma do damma da

Whack for the daddy 'ol

Whack for the daddy 'ol

There's whiskey in the jar

Me heart was beating fast now and the road seemed rather scary

So I threw the sack over me back and I took it home to Mary

She said and she swore that she never would deceive me|

I didn't know the devil and Mary Read had made a pact way down in Fiji

As I sat there excitedly telling her of an eventful evening

I counted out the jewels and grinned then soon turned in for sleeping

But Mary took me clothes and she wore them like a man

And set out to find ol Calico Jack with me blunderbuss in hand

It was early in the morning and I woke from an attack

Then reaching for me gun beheld the smile of Calico Jack

Shocked and confused as the Cat o' nine tails hit me

And arm and arm there stood me Mary and Anne Bonny

There's a man Captain Barnet, and he works for the navy

I hear he's after Calico Jack perhaps he'll come and save me

But I wait here patiently as we sail toward Tortuga

A pirate now I man the deck because I've been recruited

Now some men take delight in the drinking and the roving

But others take delight the gambling and the smoking

But I take delight in an aged warm glass of whiskey

And courting pretty faire maidens, as long as their name's not Mary