Going to mass last Sunday, song

Denis McDaid, singing in English
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Lyrics

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

Going to Mass last Sunday my wee love she passed me by
I knew her mind was altered by the rolling of her eye
I knew her mind was altered to that lad of higher degree
Oh Molly lovely Molly your looks have wounded me

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

When you meet a pretty fair maid with a dark and rolling eye
Just kiss her and embrace her and tell her the reason why
Just kiss her and embrace her till you cause her heart to yield
For a tender hearted soldier never will never gain 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 / Charlie McGonigle (James Eoghain)