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)