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Tell my friends that I am well and playing music in Clonmel Tell my friends that I am well and playing music in Clonmel I am in the honey meadow all among the honey grass In the shadow of the mountain with my dark eyed lass In the shadow of the mountain with my dark eyed lass We are drinking apple cider from a golden glass Tell my friends that I am well and playing music in Clonmel Well the first time that I saw her she came shining like the dawn Like a meadow in the morning and her name was Molly Bawn Molly Ban, Molly Bawn Molly Bawn O' Leary from the County Tipperary You mischievous dark fairy you have me surely robbed Playing on the footpath with your lipstick on your gob Molly Bawn Molly Bawn We were roaming in the gloaming we were busking in the dusk She played the Stack of Barley I played the Moneymusk There was music in the mountain there was music on the street There was music in the money in the money tumbling round our feet Molly Bawn, Molly Bawn Molly Bawn O' Leary from the County Tipperary You mischievous dark fairy you have me surely robbed Playing on the footpath with your lipstick on your gob Molly Bawn Molly Bawn We went traipsing down an avenue of overhanging ash She said she'd mind the money, she told me mind the hash The judge he said What time have you? I said It's five to ten" He said That's just the time you'll do and he put me in the pen Molly Bawn, Molly Bawn Molly Bawn O' Leary from the County Tipperary You mischievous dark fairy you have me surely robbed Playing on the footpath with your lipstick on your gob Molly Bawn Molly Bawn Tell my friends that I am well and playing music in Clonmel Do not say I've gone to hell or languish in this prison cell
Writer(s): John Mary Spillane Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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