In fact, I had already transcribed it - and forgotten! Either that or I decided it was unsingable anyway. Here goes:

Bold Dougherty (Broadsheet version)
From J Moulden

Printed Robertson, Edinburgh, 1804
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My name is bold Dougherty from the north country
Where there's a still upon every stream
Drawer, be quicker and come in a minute
And full us a pitcher far stronger than cream

If I had my Molly, she is pleasant and jolly,
Although that her folly does grieve me withal
If I had a glass and a mile to the bottom
I would drink it to Molly beside Donegal

A pair of new shoes I bought in the market
I got an excuse for to go to the town
I says, my old mother, the seams are all ripped
And I want some nails to rivet them round

She enclosed my hand with a bold British shilling
Perhaps the remainder it may be your won
When you go to town you may drink a naggin
Be sure that you bring me my fancibles home

I walked on the road like a hearty gay fellow
My eyes they did skelly (???) just viewing my dame
One if them lived on the road as I passed
Among all the rest she proved the true game

I asked my Molly, had she any money
She showed me her yarn she'd tossed of the reel
She pledged her hank for a bold British shilling
No forgetting the peg that drop't out of my heel

When I came home the doors were all locked
My mother began for to rattle and scold
I says my old mother put on a good fire
For all my whole bones were aching with cold

My mother began for to rage and to rattle
She says my house you will not enter in
I said my good woman your house I don't value
For I will get lodging with Roddy Mginn

My father he wore a long staff and a farell ???
A pike in the end for to hold the floor
I depended my life on this fellows halberd
A terrible road to Mic Collin's door

I was suffocated with tumbling and toffing
With a mortification I took in my skin
The ground being moist, I held by the sidewall
I made a bold push but missed getting in

A party of tinkers they made a travelly
The noise they made caused my whole house to ring
One got a bat and his budget fell off him
And all that he said was "God Save the King"

The tinker he ranged in a terrible fury
With that he fell down on the broad of his back
The wife she ran to him and gave him assistance
The buckle and straps to loose from his neck

I came down the stairs in a terrible hurry
The tinker he lay just as he was dead
A terrible burthen I bore in my arms
And safely landed him into his bed

The wife she did say "you're a right roving fellow"
With that she did call for a shake of my hand
She called for six measures than ordered them double
And pledged the landlady a handsome new pan

A party of tinkers went over the mountains
All carelessly walking for to take a dram
One began for to rage at the other
And they did fall out about a new pan

One of them lifted a rasp to the other
Saying "you villain I will have your life
A kettle or saucepan you never could fodder
Since ever Bold Dougherty cruised your wife"

A pair of old stockings I wear that were darned
I'm grown so nice that I powder my hair
I'm like the old woman that ate without license,
A nice feather bed and a fine little chair

My father and mother they always do jeer me
For keeping the company of the fair maids
Now to conclude they can make no more of me
I bade them adieu and took the cockade


Regards