The Keg Of Brandy
Robbie O\'Connell
I'm always drunk and I am seldom sober
In constant roving from town to town
But I am old now, and my sporting's over
So Molly, a stór, won't you lay me down?
Chorus:
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 maids, and don't make so bold
(Chorus)
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
(Chorus)