I my love was a red, red rose growing in yon garden fair And I to be the of her I would care There's not a month throughout the year, that my love I'd renew I'd garnish her with flowers fine, Sweet William, and Rue
I wish I was a butterfly, I'd on my love's breast And if I was a blue cuckoo, I'd sing my love to And if I was a nightingale, I'd sing the daylight clear I'd sit and sing you, Molly, for once I loved you dear
I wish I was in Dublin town and seated on grass In my right hand, a jug of punch, and on knee, a lass I'd call for liquor freely and I'd pay before I'd go I'd roll Molly in my arms, let the wind blow high or low