Lyrics

I'm always drunk and I'm seldom sober In constant roving from town to town But I am old now and my sporting is over So Molly a stór won't you lay me down (Chorus:) Lay my head on a keg of brandy It is my fancy I do declare For while I'm drinking I'm always thinking Of lovely Molly from the County Clare The ripest apple is the soonest rotten And the warmest love is the soonest cold A young man's fancies are soon forgotten So beware young maid's and don't make so bold (Chorus) It's youth and folly makes young men marry It makes them tarry a long long day What can't be cured love must be endured love So farewell darling I am going away (Chorus)