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