Lyrics The Keg of Brandy - Karan Casey

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
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