Irish Song Lyrics 
from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
Going to Mass Last Sunday 
Courting is a pleasure between my love and I And it's down in yonder valley, I will meet her by and by It's down in yonder valley, she is my heart's delight Oh Molly, lovely Molly, I'll be with you till morning light. 
I put my hand into my pocket, and a bottle I pulled out Saying, "Take this, my lovely Molly, our love is at its height" She said, "You drink from the top, leave the bottom unto me There are wagers laid and money placed that married we'd never be." 
While going to Mass last Sunday, my love she passed me by I knew her mind was altered by the roving of her eye I knew her mind was altered to a lad of high degree Oh, Molly, lovely Molly, your looks are haunting me. 
Farewell to all my loyal friends, likewise to Banishore And twice farewell to my own true love, I'll never see no more Amerikay lies far away, it's the place I'd love to be For cursed are them and blessed are they that parted my love and me. 
If you ever meet a dark-haired girl with a blue and a roving eye Just take her in your arms, don't ask her the reason why Just take her in your arms, till you find her heart must yield For a faint-hearted soldier never won a battlefield.