Songtext von Keg Of Brandy

I'm always drunk and I'm seldom sober A constant roving 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 drinking, I'm always thinking On lovely Molly from the County Clare The ripest apple is the soonest rotten And the warmest love is the soonest cold And a young man's fancies are soon forgotten Beware, young maids, and don't make so bold 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 For it's youth and folly make young men marry And makes them tarry along the day What can't be cured, love, must be endured, love So farewell, darling, I'm going away 1