My head and shoulder hangin’
back by the dusty way
haulin’ a saddle and harness home
at dusk on a Rodeo day

These achin’ joints this bruisin’
will heal in a day or two
but my heart is forever a-heavin’ here
for the wrong that I done to you

All I recall this mornin’
as the gate sprung open wide
were the under-flanks of a stallion high
at the end of a hopeless ride

He threw me to the ground and kicked
his heels as though to say
and now you know how Molly felt
that day you walked away

And I saw you then in the sunset still
more pearly than the skies
and lookin’ at me all lonesome-like
with those soft forgivin’ eyes

O Molly dear this cowboy here
has lied and lost his way
and there’s just one word can save me now
alone that you can say

Your Irish smile is speakin’ to me
and mockin’ me with its care
but I’m comin’ home to be with you
if you’ll have me Molly dear

Down in the dirt and beaten
hissed by the hungry crowd
all I could think of was Molly O
and I called your name out loud

Molly Macree macushla dear
my Rodeo days are done
and I pray that you’ll take me back again
your son of a dusty gun

My heart is a-heavin’ and heavy
the pickup is chasin’ along
the headlamps are sprayin’ the twilight
the radio’s playin’ our song

Molly my own Irish Molly
my dearest macushla sweet
the prairie-sky sunset around you
the flowers of the fields at your feet

© Terence Browne

Terence Browne is a cowboy poet from Dublin, Ireland.

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