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