Keg of Brandy

Keg of Brandy

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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 stor, won’t you lay me down

Chorus: 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

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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

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