Molly Brannigan


Ah then ma’am dear, did you never hear of purty Molly Brannigan ?
Troth dear, I’ve lost her, and I’ll never be a man again
Not a spot on my hide will the summer’s sun e’er tan again
Since Molly, she has left me all alone to die
The place where my beart was, you might easy roll a turnip in
It’s the size of all Dublin, and from Dublin to the Devil’s Glen
If she choose to take another, sure she might have sent mine back
And not to leave me here all alone for to die

Ma’am dear, I remember when the milking time was past and gone
We went into the meadows where she swore I was the only man
That ever she could love yet, oh, the base, the cruel one
After all that to leave me here alone to die
Ma’am dear, I remember as we came home the rain began
I rolled her in my frieze coat, tho’ the divil a waiscoat I had on
And my shirt was rather fine-drawn; yet, oh, the base and cruel one
After all that she’s left me here alone for to die

I went and told my tale to Father McDonnell, ma’am
And then I went and ax’d advice of Councillor O’Connell, ma’am
He told me promise-breeches had been ever since the world began
Now, I have only one pair, ma’am, and they are corduroy
Arrah! what could he mean, ma’am, or what would you advise me to ?
Must my corduroys to Molly go? In troth I’m bothered what to do
I can’t afford to lose both my heart and my breeches too
Yet what need I care when I’ve only to die

Oh, the left side of my carcase is as weak as water gruel, ma’am
The devil a bit upon my bones since Molly’s proved so cruel
I wish I had a carbine; I’d go and fight a duel, ma’am
Sure it’s better for to kill myself than stay here to die
I’m hot and determined as a live salamander, ma’am
Won’t you come to my wake when I go my long meander, ma’am ?
Oh, I feel myself as valiant as the famous Alexander, ma’am,
When I hear ye crying round me, “Arrah! why did you die ?”


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