Och man dear, did you ever hear of purty Molly Brallaghan,

Ah, wirras there she's left me, and I'll never be a man again,

There's not another summer's sun will e'er my poor hide tan again,

Since Molly she has left me all alone for to die.

The place where my poor heart was, you'd aisy roll a turnip in,

'Tis the size of all Dublin and from Dublin to the „Devil's Gien"

If she car'd to take another sure she might have sent mine back again,

And not have left me by myself alone for to die.

Och man dear, I remember when the milking time was Aast and Bone,

We went into the meadows where she swore I was the only one,

That ever she could love, yet oh! the base and cruel one,

After that to leave me all alone for to die.

Och man dear, I remember as we came home the rain began,

And I rolled her in my freize coat, tho' ne'er a waistcoat I had on,

My shirt was rather fine drawn and oh! the base and cruel one,

After that to leave me all alone for to die.

I went and told my tale, to Father McDonnel, man,

He bid me for to ax advice, of Counsellor McConnel, man;

Who told me promise breaches, had been ever since the world began,

Now I'd got only one pair, mam, and they're corduroy.

Och mam now, what could he mean? Or what wouid you advise me to?

Must my corduroys to Molly go? In troth I'm bothered what to do,

I can't afford to lose my heart, and then to lose breeches too,

Yet what need I be caring, when I've only to die.

The left side of my carcase is as weak as water gruel man,

And nothing's left upon my bones, since Molly's been so cruel, man,

I wish I had a blunder buss, I'd go and fight a duel man.

 Its better for to kill myself than stay here to die.

I'm hot, and I'm determined, as any „Salamander" man.

Won't you come to my wake, when I go my Jong meander man,

feel as valiant as the famour Alexander man.

When I hear you crying round nie, "Arrah why did you die?"