The Keg Of Brandy

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