No sadder tale ever could be, Donning his best He headed due west To claim a bride you see. But a letter in jest Shattered his breast, Causing all sense to flee.
Drank all of the night And some of the day No fortune came his way E's such a terrible sight Lest into his path they stray Mothers turn children away Must avoid such a fright
With horrible thirst He was cursed Say no bad of Molly Malone No sin for her to atone I served him his first James Robert just withered till gone Yes sweet Molly did jilt him it were the drink what kilt him.
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