Keg Of Brandy - Cherish The Ladies

I’m always drunk and I’m seldom sober

A constant roving from town to town

Ah but I’m old now, my sporting’s over

So Molly, a stór, won’t you lay me down?

Just lay my head on a keg of brandy

It is my fancy, I do declare

For while I’m drinking, I’m always thinking

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 fancies are soon forgotten

Beware, young maids, and don’t make so bold

Just lay my head on a keg of brandy

It is my fancy, I do declare

For while I’m drinking, I’m always thinking

On lovely Molly from the County Clare

For it’s youth and folly make young men marry

And makes them tarry along the day

What can’t be cured, love, must be endured, love

So farewell, darling, I’m going away