A lively version of this song. Robbie O’Connell’s version is probably better known, but I really like this arrangement from Síocháin.
I’m always drunk and I’m seldom sober
I’m constant rovin’ 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 drinkin’, I’m always thinkin’
On lovely Molly from the County Clare
For the ripest apple is the soonest rotten
And the warmest love is the soonest cold
And a young man’s fancy is soon forgotten
So beware young maids and don’t make so bold
Song of the Isles 