Baubul, I'll give it a try:

Far from me I miss her with loneliness in each town where she used to be
Together with each gentle bachelor who is getting close to booze
Would you but descend on a visit beneath the tall boughs
With the crack of the glass I would go for you as a woman.

O Molly my first love, don't ever leave me alone
Wasn't it me who was after you every single day there above in the heights?
A gem you are between Irish women and open-hearted like the palm of a hand
And by the oath of my mouth I will never break with you as your truthfull one.

And, Molly, my dearest with golden hair refined and splendid shining
So tightened elegantly with lime spurring on men raising their inspiration
A sweet mouth like roses, straight eyes, modestly blue,
And in the mountains she gathers nuts, it ails me without Molly close to me.