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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

And I call her lovely Molly O', the lily of the west

One day as I was walking down by a shady grove

I spied a lord of high degree conversing with my love

As she sang her song delightfully while I was sore oppressed

Saying I bid adieu to Molly O', the lily of the west

Well, I stepped up with my rapier and my dagger in my hand

And I dragged him from my false love and boldly I 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 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-rovin' I will go

I 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.