When going to Mass last Sunday, my true love passed me by;
I knew her love were altered by the roll she gave her eye.
Yes, I knew her mind was altered to some lad of high degree --
O charming, lovely Molly, your looks have wounded me.

Whenever you meet a pretty girl with that dark and roguish eye,
Just kiss her and embrace her, and tell her the reason why.
Yes, kiss her and embrace her and steal her heart away --
For a cowardly-hearted soldier, he never gained the day.

It's down in yonder valley I'll meet my love bye and bye;
And it's down in yonder valley I'll gaze into her eye.
And it's down in yonder valley I'll meet my love tonight --
Sure I'll hold her in my arms, to the course of my heart's delight.