From the recording Slán Abhaile

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Traditional, arranged by Roane


Me name is Bold Doherty, from the north country,

Where there's a still upon every stream.

Oh, lady be quicker and pour me more liquor,

And fill me a glass of the stronger than cream.

If I had you Molly, so pleasant and jolly,

Although it be folly to ask you at all,

I'd fill up me glass with a mile to the bottom,

And I'd drink to young Molly, beside Donegal.

With me, fall-the-doll-doh, fall-the-doll-doh with me,
Fall-the-doll-doh with me, fall-the-doll-day.
Fall-the-doll-doh, fall-the-doll-doh with me,
Fall-the-doll-doh with me, fall-the-doll-day.

I've a new pair of clogs I brought home from the market,

I craved an excuse to get in to the town.

I told me old mother the seams they were ripped,

And I needed some nails for to rivet them down.

She clothed me hand with a bright bit of shillin’,

She thought the remainder would be her own,

Saying, "When you go to town you can buy the full nagan,

But beware you bring none of your fancifuls home”.


When crossin’ the fields of my brave Enniskillen,

I went to an ale-house for to take a dram.

I saw two tinkers dividing a saucepan,

Although they were arguing about the ten can.

One of them made a blow at the other one,

He said you young villain, "I will take your life,”

Saying, "your saucepans are leaking, and won't hold the water,

Since 'ere the Bold Doherty spoke with your wife.”


Oh, when I got home the door it was bolted,

I rapped up my mother, for to let me in.

"Be gone o’er the place,” were the words that she mentioned,

"For inside this house you'll not enter in.

You may go away for wherever you came from,

For to keep you out I'm sure it's no sin,
Says I, "Me gay woman, you may keep your temper,

For I’m goin’ to find lodgin’ with Nora McGlynn”.

(Chorus 2x)