The Lily Of The West

When first I came to Ireland
Some pleasures for to find
It's there I spied a damsel fair
So pleasing to my mind
Her rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes
Like arrows pierced my breast
And they called her lovely Molly-O
The lily of the west.

One day as I was walking
Down by the shady grove
I spied a lord of high degree
Conversing with my love
She sang a song delightfully
While I was sore oppressed
Saying I'll bid adieu to Molly-O
The lily of the west.

I stepped up with my rapier
And my dagger in my hand
And I dragged him from my false love
And boldly bid him stand
But being mad with desperasion
I swore I'd pierce his breast
I was then decieved by Molly-O
The lily of the west.

I then did stand my trial
And boldly I did plea
A flaw was in my indictment found
And that soon had my free
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
Aroving I will go
I'll ramble through old Ireland
And travel Scotland o'er
Though she thought to swear my life away
She still disturbs my rest
I still must style(?)her Molly-O
The lily of the west.