The Keg of Brandy - Karan Casey

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 stór 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