One starry night as I lay sleeping
One starry night as I lay in bed
I dreamed I heard wagon wheels a creaking
When I awoke, my own love had fled

I’ll search the highways, likewise the byways
I’ll search the boreens, the camping places too,
I will inquire all of our people
Have they tide or tidings or sight of you?

For it’s many the mile, love, with you I’ve traveled
Many the hour, love, with you I’ve spent
I dreamed you were my love forever
But now I find, love, you were only lent…

I’m drunk today but I’m seldom sober
A constant rover from town to town
When I am dead, my story ended
Molly Bán, a stóreen, come lay me down

[Repeat 3rd verse]
[End of Davy Spillane version]
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I’ll go across the sea to England
To London or to Birmingham
And in some public house I’ll find you
Lamenting your lost love back home…

For life is hardly worth the living
Without the sense of you being there
He drained all color from your memory
The night that he took you away

One starry night as I lay sleeping
One starry night as I lay in bed
I dreamed I heard wagon wheels a creaking
Now that you’re gone, love, I might as well be dead.

(trad. arr. Liam Weldon, S.Tyrrell who dedicate the song to: "..all of my friends in the Tinker and
>Travelling community and in particular, John Coffey, the Collins family, and
>the one and only legendary, Pecker Dunne.")