Courting is a pleasure between my love and I I'll go down to yon low valley where she'll meet me by and by I'll go down to yon low valley where stands my heart's delight And it's with you lovely Molly I will spend ‘til broad daylight
Coming home from church last Sunday, my love she passed me by I could tell her mind was changing by the roving of her eye I could tell her mind was changing to a man of high degree Oh Molly, dearest Molly, your love has wounded me
I went up to my true love with a bottle in my hand Saying “Drink of this dear Molly, our courtship ne'er will stand.” Saying “Drink of this dear Molly, let the bottle and glass flow free For ten guineas lies in wagers that married we ne'er will be.”
There's some do court in earnest while others court in fun But I can court the old sweetheart and bring the new one on I can tell her loving stories ‘til I get her mind at ease And as soon as she has her back turned on me, I am courting whoe'er I please
Never court a sweetheart with a dark and a roving eye Oh, kiss her and embrace her, but don't tell the reason why Oh, kiss her and embrace her ‘til you get her heart to yield For a faint-hearted soldier ne'er gained the battle field
To the town of Ballymoney and the County Antrim too Likewise my dearest Molly I will bid you now adieu Amerikay lies far away, it's a land I will go see May all bad luck attend the lad that parted my love and meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
