The Lily of the West (with Mark Knopfler)

When first I came to Ireland
 Some pleasure for to find
 It's there I spied a damsel fair
 Most pleasing to my mind
 Her rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes
 Like arrows pierced my breast
 They call her lovely Molly O
 The Lily of the West
 One day as I was walking
 Down by a shady grove
 I espied a Lord of high degree
 Conversing with my love
 She sang a song delightful
 While I was sore oppressed
 Saying "I bid adieu to Molly O
 The Lily of the West..."
 I stepped up with my rapier
 And my dagger in my hand
 And dragged him from my false love
 And boldly bid him stand
 But being mad with desperation
 I swore I'd pierce his breast
 I was then deceived by Molly O
 The Lily of the West
 I then did stand my trial
 And boldly I did plead
 A flaw was in my indictment found
 And that soon had me freed
 That beauty bright I did adore
 The judge did her address
 "Now go, you faithless Molly O
 The Lily of the West."
 Now that I've gained my liberty
 A-roving I will go
 I'll ramble through old Ireland
 And travel Scotland o'er
 Tho' she thought to swear my life away
 She still disturbs my rest
 I still must style her Molly O
 The Lily of the West