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I'm always drunk and I'm seldom sober,
I'm constant rovin' from town to town;
Ah, but I'm old now, my sporting's over,
So, Molly, a stór, would you lay me down.
Just lay my head on a keg of brandy,
It is my fancy, I do declare;
For when I'm drinkin', I'm always thinkin',
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 fancy is soon forgotten,
So beware, young maids, don't make so bold.
Just lay my head on a keg of brandy,
It is my fancy, I do declare;
For when I'm drinkin', I'm always thinkin',
On lovely Molly from the County Clare.
It's youth and folly make a young man wasting,
And it makes him tarry a long, long day;
What can't be cured, love, must be endured, love,
So farewell, darling, I'm going away.
Just lay my head on a keg of brandy,
It is my fancy, I do declare;
For when I'm drinkin', I'm always thinkin',
On lovely Molly from the County Clare.