Going to mass last Sunday, song

Charlie McGonigle (James Eoghain), singing in English
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Lyrics

Meeting is a pleasure between my true-love and I
Away down in younger valley I’ll meet her by and by
Away down in yonder valley you are my heart’s delight
And it’s with you lovely Molly I could spend till broad daylight.

Going to Mass last Sunday my wee lass she passed me by
Sure I knew her mind was altered by the rolling of her eye
Sure I knew her mind was altered to a man of higher degree
Oh Molly lovely Molly your looks have wounded me.

I then took out a bottle and I held her in my hand
Drink a health to lovely Molly our courtship’s at an end
Drink a health to lovely Mollly leave the bottom pure for me
For the wager of one guinea it’s married we never will be.

I can plough a short furrow and I can plough it long
I can court with the auld ones till a young one comes along
I can pass by them as shyly as they can pass by me
But it’s Molly lovely Molly your looks have wounded me.

Never trust a wee girl with a dark and roving eye
Just hold her and embrace her and don’t tell her the reason why
Just hold her and embrace her till you cause her heart to yield
For a tender-hearted soldier never won on a battle field.

Fare-ye-well dear Malin Town likewise to Altashane
Fare-ye-well dear Isle of Doagh I might never see you again
For Americay it lies far away and it I’m going to see
That I maybe lost forever for we’re parted my love and me.

see also   Going to Mass last Sunday / Denis McDaid