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