Keg of Brandy

Lyrics
I’m always drunk and I’m seldom sober In constant roving from town to town But I am old now, my sporting’s over Oh 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, the soonest cold A young man’s fancy is soon forgotten So beware young maids and don’t take so bold [chorus] [break] It’s youth and folly make young men marry And makes them tarry along the day For what can’t be cured love, must be endured love So farewell darling, I’m going away [chorus]