Molly Brannigan   Molly Brannigan Ma’am dear, did ye never hear of pretty Molly Brannigan? In troth, then, she’s left me and I’ll never be a man again. Not a spot on my hide will a summer’s sun e’er tan again Since Molly’s gone and left me here alone for to die. The place where my heart was you’d aisy … Weiterlesen →