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T:Green Fields of America, The
T:Molly Brannigan
T:Pretty Molly Brannigan
T:Purty Molly Brannigan
R:reel
H:A reel version of "The Stone In The Field", jig#148
D:Frankie Gavin: Frankie Goes to Town
D:Joe Holmes & Len Graham: Saints, Chaste Muses, Bards and Sages.
D:Celtic Mouth Music (Colm O'Donnell)
Z:id:hn-reel-150
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W:1. Man did you ever hear of purty Molly Brannigan?
W:   She stole away my heart and I'll never be a man again.
W:   There's not a spot on my hide will another summer tan again,
W:   Since Molly's gone and left me all alone for to die.
W:   Dee idle diddley dootle [etc]
W:2. There's a hole in my heart you could easy round a turnip in,
W:   As big as any pavin' stone from Dublin to the Divil's glen.
W:   If she chose to take another sure she might have left mine back again,
W:   And not to leave me here all alone for to die.
W:   Dee howdle duddley dootle [etc]
W:3. Man dear I remember when milkin' time was past and gone,
W:   We went into the meadows where she swore I was the only one
W:   That ever she could love, but, oh, she proved to be the cruel one
W:   And left me here lamentin' all alone for to die.
W:   Dee idle diddley dum dowtle [etc]
W:
W:Joe Holmes and Len Graham have different words to it:
W:1. There's a hole in my heart you could easy put a turnip in,
W:   As big as any pavin' stone from Dublin to the Devil's den.
W:   Rum diddle [etc]
W:2. The lassie of my heart (?) .....
W:   ... since Molly proved the cruel one
W:   Rum diddle [etc]
W:
W:A few more verses from Tom Lenihan:
W:3.  Ma'am dear, do you remember as we came home the rain began.
W:    I covered her with my coat, oh, the devil a waistcoat I had on,
W:    My shirt was rather fine-drawn, yet, oh, the base and cruel one!
W:    After all that she has left me here alone for to die.
W:4.  I went and told my tale to Father McDonald, ma'am,
W:    And then I went and asked advice of Counsellor O'Connell, ma'am.
W:    They told me promise-breaches had ever been since the world began: Now
W:    I've only one pair, ma'am, and they are corduroy!
W:5.  What would you do, ma'am, or what would you advise me to do?
W:    Must my corduroys to Molly go? In truth I'm bothered what I'll do. I
W:    can't afford to lose both my heart and my ould britches too. Sure the
W:    devil a hair I care when I've only to die.
W:6.  I'm as hot and determined as a live salamander, ma'am.
W:    Won't ye all come in my wake when I go on my long me[a]nder, ma'am? I
W:    thought I was as famous as the famous Alexander, ma'am, When I hear ye
W:    crying around me: "Arrah, why did you die?"
W: