Rise up, my darling
If you're not up already
Open the door
And let me into the house
There's a bottle beside me
That'll give a drink to the woman of the house
And I hope you don't
Refuse me your daughter

When I rise out in the morning
And I look to the west
And I look at the town
That I have to go to
The tears fall
In floods down
And I give a thousand sighs
That are like homesickness

In the glens of the lonely wood
I am weak and sad
From Sunday to Sunday
As I spend my life
I look every evening to see
Who would walk on the road
or come to the house
And there's no one on the great earth
Who would come and lift my heart

Oh Molly, my first love
Don't you ever abandon me
Am I not after you each and every day
On the slopes of the hillock?
You are the wheat of all the women of Ireland
You are the pearl that is difficult to get
And by the oath of my mouth, it is no lie
That I am in love with you