I'm always drunk and I'm seldom sober
A constant roving from town to town
Ah but I'm old now, my sporting's over
So Molly, a stór, won't you lay me down?

Just lay my head on a keg of brandy
It is my fancy, I do declare
For while I'm drinking, I'm always thinking
On lovely Molly from the County Clare

The ripest apple is the soonest rotten
And the warmest love is the soonest cold
And a young man's fancies are soon forgotten
Beware, young maids, and don't make so bold

Just lay my head on a keg of brandy
It is my fancy, I do declare
For while I'm drinking, I'm always thinking
On lovely Molly from the County Clare

For it's youth and folly make young men marry
And makes them tarry along the day
What can't be cured, love, must be endured, love
So farewell, darling, I'm going away
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