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