 Oh courting is a pleasure between my love and I.
And down in yon green valley I'll meet her by and by.
It was down in yon green valley she is my heart's delight.
Oh Molly, lovely Molly, I will stay till the broad daylight.
Oh going to church last Sunday my truelove she passed me by.
I knew her mind had altered by the roving of her eye.
I knew her mind had altered by a lad of high degree,
Oh Molly, lovely Molly, your looks have wounded me.
Then come her love, WIlly, with a bottle in his hand,
Saying, "Drink this, lovely Molly, for our love can never stand."
Saying, "Drink this, lovely Molly, for the bottle must go free,
Ten guineas I will wager that married we ne'er shall be.
So never marry a fair young maid with a dark and roving eye,
Just you kiss her and you embrace her, never tell her the reason why.
Just you kiss her and embrace her, till you cause her heart to yield.
For a faint-hearted soldier can never gain the field.
So fair they well Ballymoney, likewise you sweet Manshore,
And fair thee well to the Cusky Braes, will I never see you more?
For America lies far away, that land I must go see.
And may all bad luck attend the one who parted my love and me.
And may all bad luch attend the one who parted my love and me."
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