I'm always drunk and I'm seldom sober   In constant roving from town to town   But I am old now and my sporting is over   So Molly a stór won't you lay me down      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 maid's and don't make so bold      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      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      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