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Charles Harrison, tenor
Published Feb 1922
Ma'am dear, did ye never hear of pretty Molly Brannigan?
In troth, then, she's left me and I'll never be a man again.
Not a spot on me hide will a summer's sun e'er tan again
Since Molly's gone and left me here alone for to die.
The place where me heart was you'd aisy rowl a turnip in,
'Tis large as all Dublin, and from Dublin to the Devil's Glen:
If she'd wish'd to take another, sure she might have left mine back again
And not have gone and left me here alone for to die.
Ma'am dear, I remember when the milking time was past and gone
We walked thro' the meadow, when she swore I was the only one
That ever she could love, but oh! the base and cruel one,
For all of that she's left me here alone for to die.
Ma'am dear, I remember when coming home the rain began,
I wrapt my frieze-coat round her and ne'er a waistcoat had I on
Me shirt was rather fine-drawn, but oh! the false and cruel one,
For all of that she's left me here alone for to die.
The left side of me carcass is as weak as water gruel, ma'am,
There's not a pick upon my bones, since Molly's proved so cruel ma'am
Oh! if I had a blunder gun, I'd go and fight a duel, ma'am,
For sure I'd better shoot meself than live here to die.
I'm cool an' determined as any salamander, ma'am,
Won't you come to me wake when I go the long meander, ma'am?
I'll think myself as valiant as the famous Alexander, ma'am
When I hear ye cryin' o'er me, "Arrah! why did ye die?"
Molly Brannigan
Composer: traditional
Restored from Vocation 14307
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Charles Harrison, tenor
Published Feb 1922
Ma'am dear, did ye never hear of pretty Molly Brannigan?
In troth, then, she's left me and I'll never be a man again.
Not a spot on me hide will a summer's sun e'er tan again
Since Molly's gone and left me here alone for to die.
The place where me heart was you'd aisy rowl a turnip in,
'Tis large as all Dublin, and from Dublin to the Devil's Glen:
If she'd wish'd to take another, sure she might have left mine back again
And not have gone and left me here alone for to die.
Ma'am dear, I remember when the milking time was past and gone
We walked thro' the meadow, when she swore I was the only one
That ever she could love, but oh! the base and cruel one,
For all of that she's left me here alone for to die.
Ma'am dear, I remember when coming home the rain began,
I wrapt my frieze-coat round her and ne'er a waistcoat had I on
Me shirt was rather fine-drawn, but oh! the false and cruel one,
For all of that she's left me here alone for to die.
The left side of me carcass is as weak as water gruel, ma'am,
There's not a pick upon my bones, since Molly's proved so cruel ma'am
Oh! if I had a blunder gun, I'd go and fight a duel, ma'am,
For sure I'd better shoot meself than live here to die.
I'm cool an' determined as any salamander, ma'am,
Won't you come to me wake when I go the long meander, ma'am?
I'll think myself as valiant as the famous Alexander, ma'am
When I hear ye cryin' o'er me, "Arrah! why did ye die?"
Molly Brannigan
Composer: traditional
Restored from Vocation 14307
Please visit my channel of other recordings I have restored.
@GlensAudioRestoration
Please visit my channel dedicated to the great Romanian conductor and composer Constantin Silvestri.
@constantinsilvestrigar
And as always, please Like, Comment, and Subscribe.
