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