John Mccormack Molly Brannigan
Ma'am dear, did ye never hear of pretty Molly
Brannigan?
In troth, then, she's left me and I'll never be a man
again.
Not a spot on my hide will a summer's sun e'er tan
again
Since Molly's gone and left me here alone for to die.
The place where my heart was you'd aisy rowl a turnip
in,
'Tis large as all Dublin, and from Dublin to the
Divil's glen:
If she'd wish'd to take another, sure she might have
left mine back again
And not have gone and left me here alone for to die.
Ma'am dear, I remember when the milking time was past
and gone
We strolled thro' the meadow, and she swore I was the
only one
That ever she could love, but oh! the base and cruel
one,
For all I that she's left me here alone for to die.
Ma'am dear, I remember when coming home the rain began,
I wrapt my frieze-coat round her and ne'er a waistcoat
had I on
And my shirt was rather fine-drawn, but oh! the false
and cruel one,
For all that she's left me here alone for to die.
The left side of my carcase is as weak as water gruel,
ma'am,
There's not a pick upon my bones, since Molly's proved
so cruel ma'am
Oh! if I had a blunder gun, I'd go and fight a duel,
ma'am,
For sure I'd better shoot myself than live here to die.
I'm cool an' determined as any salamander, ma'am,
Won't you come to my wake when I go the long meander,
ma'am?
I'll think myself as valiant as the famous Alexander,
ma'am
When I hear ye cryin' o'er me, "Arrah! why did ye die?"
