Drunken Sailor

As I was a goin’ over the far famed Kerry mountains I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting I first produced my pistol and I then…

A gentleman was passing by And he asked for a drink as he was dry At the well below the valley-o Green grows the lily-o Right among the bushes-o My…

In Dublin’s fair city, Where the girls are so pretty, I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone, As she wheeled her wheel-barrow, Through streets broad and narrow, Crying,…