The Lily of the West

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