Ma'am dear, did you ever hear Of pretty
Molly Brannigan? The times are going hard with me, I'll never be a man again. There's not a bit of all me hide The
sun'll ever 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, It's as big as all of Dublin, And from Dublin to the Divil's Glin: And if she's took another, Sure
she might have left mine back again Instead of that, she's gone and Left me here alone for to die.
Ma'am dear,
I remember when The summer time was past and gone When coming through the meadow, Sure she swore I was the only one That
ever she could love, But oh! the false and cruel one, For all that, she's left me Here alone for to die. Ma'am
dear, I remember When coming home the rain began, I wrapped my frieze-coat round her And sure, 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 carcass Is as weak as water gruel, ma'am, There's not a pick upon me bones, Since
Molly's proved so cruel ma'am Oh! if I had a blundergun, I'd go and fight a duel, ma'am, I'd rather go and shoot
myself Than live here to die. I'm cool an' determined As any salamander, ma'am, Will ye come to my wake When
I go the long meander, ma'am? And I'll feel as proud As the famous Alexander, ma'am When I hear ye cryin' o'er me,
"Awah! Why did ye die?"
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