Molly O'Malley's

Molly O'Malley's is not too far from here

Where not a soul, the story goes, ever pays for beer

At Molly O'Malley's the patrons understand

That the player's fee is a pint or three

So everyone's in the band

Everybody's in the band

Some join in with voices, some with pipes or reeds

Some in the band clap their hands or laugh and slap their knees

Some are still and listen with attentive eyes and ears

And it's always strange how the music changes

When they disappear

When they disappear

Over the doorway, painted bold

A question begs your pardon

"Is this a place of many souls

Or just one very large one?"

Over the bar, another reads

"Are there many songs

Or just one that goes on and on?"

At Molley O'Malley's they go chair to chair

And each one croons a little tune they would like to share

Some are sad, some happy, and singing has its rules

That you can't be shy and you cannot lie

But you sing a song that's true

Sing a song that's true

Over the doorway, painted bold

A question begs your pardon

"Is this a place of many souls

Or just one very large one?"

Over the bar, another reads

"Are there many songs

Or just one that goes on and on?"

When the night is over, before the last farewell

They find the jar on the bar and kindly tip themselves

At Molley O'Malley's, the patrons understand

That the player's fee is a pint or three

So everyone's in the band

Everybody's in the band