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 str won t you lay me down 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 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 