M OLLEEN oge, my Molleen oge,
Go put on your natest brogue,
And slip into your smartest gown,
You rosy little rogue;
For a message kind I bear
To yourself from ould Adair,
That Pat the piper 's come around,
And there'll be dancin' there.
Oh, my Molleen,
Oh, my colleen,
We'll dance to Pat,
And after that
Collogue upon one chair.

Molleen dear, I'd not presume,
To encroach into your room,
But I'd forgot a fairin'
I'd brought you from Macroom;
So open, and I swear
Not one peep upon you; there!
'Tis a silver net to gather
At the glass your goolden hair.
Oh, my Molleen,
Oh, my colleen,
We'll dance to Pat,
And after that
Collogue upon one chair.

Molleen pet, my Molleen pet,
Faix, I'm fairly in a fret
At the time you're tittivatin';
Molleen, aren't you ready yet?
Now net and gown and brogue
Are you sure you're quite the vogue?
But, bedad, you look so lovely,
I'll forgive you, Molleen oge.
Oh, my Molleen,
Oh, my colleen,
We'll dance to Pat,
And after that
Upon one chair collogue.