| That ship for fools set sail,
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| Wasn’t long till it ran aground
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| You can hear the cries for mercy
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| You can hear that wailing sound
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| She was the last one to die
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| Of the two thousand souls
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| And the sea, it took her gently*
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| Death and darkness take hold
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| Molly O'
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| Like a ghost from the past
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| To her we raise a glass
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| Molly O'
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| On the highest of tides
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| May she rise to the sky
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| She was born in the east of Glanmire
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| Just another sleepy Irish town
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| With a suitcase full of redemption
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| And a ticket for a ship that went down
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| No distress signal was sent
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| Molly O' was twenty-two
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| When the surging walls of water
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| Turned it into a graveyard in blue
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| Molly O'
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| Like a ghost from the past
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| To her we raise a glass
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| Molly O'
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| On the highest of tides
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| May she rise into the sky
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| That ship for fools has sailed,
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| Won’t take long till it runs aground
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| You can hear those mamas weeping
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| From Halifax to London town
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| She danced a sacred waltz
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| And watched that black water rise
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| The ocean don’t give up the dead
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| I bet ol' Molly’s still inside
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| Molly O'
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| Like a ghost from the past
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| To her we raise a glass
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| Molly O'
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| Turning lies into truth
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| And a farewell to you
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| Molly O'
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| You can’t have it all
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| You gotta rise up to fall
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| Molly O'
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| On the highest of tides
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| May she rise to the sky |