Keg Of Brandy

I’m always drunk and I’m seldom sober
I’m constant rovin’ from town to town
Ah, but I’m old now, my sporting’s over
So, Molly, a store, 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 drinkin’, I’m always thinkin’
On lovely Molly from the County Clare

For the ripest apple is the soonest rotten
And the warmest love is the soonest cold
And a young man’s fancy is soon forgotten
So 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 drinkin’, I’m always thinkin’
On lovely Molly from the County Clare

It’s youth and folly makes young men marry
And makes them tarry a long, long day
What can’t be cured, love, must be endured love
So farewell darling, I’m going away

Just lay my head on a keg of brandy
It is my fancy, I do declare
For while I’m drinkin’, I’m always thinkin’
On lovely Molly from the County Clare