Molly Rose

Molly Rose

the first time I seen her
she was waltzing through town
her steps and her stride
put shame to the crown
her rhythms were soft
and perfect and low
and her long flowing hair
was as black as a crow

she worked at the punch house
down on carpenters square
you know they never make nothing
but trouble down there
I would have given my life
to see her dance through my door
I was just a boy
but she was much more
oh there she goes

her hand had been taken
by the hard times about
I've a grave understanding
of doing without
he was pale and mean
and a scab of a man
the dirge of my life
and a plague on the land

he whittled her down
and badgered her prize
he played on her faults
and he blackened her eyes
then for once in my life
I took purpose and creed
I couldn't stand by
and watch the **** succeed
oh there she goes

the troubles were dark
on all that we'll agree
but they had nothing to do
with molly and me

although I was shaking
I stood very still
he should have never mistaken
my fear for goodwill
he laughed in my face when
I told him to pray
I gave him the chance then
he threw it away

I knew when he fell
I could never return
I hope the blade that I buried
in his belly still burns
I work hard for my time
in Phort Laois for my sin
oh to see her shy smile
hell I'd kill him again
oh there she goes

now when I close my eyes
I see her walking through town
her steps and her stride
put shame to the crown
her rhythms are soft
and perfect and low
and her long flowing hair
is as black as a crow
oh there she goes