Molly Bawn.Oh, Molly Bawn, why leave me pining,Or lonely waiting here for you—While the stars above are brightly shining,Because they have nothing else to do.The flowers late were open keeping,To try a rival blush with you,But their mother, Nature, kept them sleeping,With their rosy faces wash’d in dew.Oh, Molly, &c.The pretty flowers were made to bloom, dear,And the pretty stars were made to shine;The pretty girls were made for the boys, dear,And may be you were made for mine.The wicked watch dog here is snarling—He takes me for a thief, d’ye see?For he knows I’d steal you, Molly, darling,And then transported I should be.Oh, Molly, &c.
Oh, Molly Bawn, why leave me pining,Or lonely waiting here for you—While the stars above are brightly shining,Because they have nothing else to do.The flowers late were open keeping,To try a rival blush with you,But their mother, Nature, kept them sleeping,With their rosy faces wash’d in dew.Oh, Molly, &c.The pretty flowers were made to bloom, dear,And the pretty stars were made to shine;The pretty girls were made for the boys, dear,And may be you were made for mine.The wicked watch dog here is snarling—He takes me for a thief, d’ye see?For he knows I’d steal you, Molly, darling,And then transported I should be.Oh, Molly, &c.
Oh, Molly Bawn, why leave me pining,Or lonely waiting here for you—While the stars above are brightly shining,Because they have nothing else to do.The flowers late were open keeping,To try a rival blush with you,But their mother, Nature, kept them sleeping,With their rosy faces wash’d in dew.Oh, Molly, &c.The pretty flowers were made to bloom, dear,And the pretty stars were made to shine;The pretty girls were made for the boys, dear,And may be you were made for mine.The wicked watch dog here is snarling—He takes me for a thief, d’ye see?For he knows I’d steal you, Molly, darling,And then transported I should be.Oh, Molly, &c.
Oh, Molly Bawn, why leave me pining,Or lonely waiting here for you—While the stars above are brightly shining,Because they have nothing else to do.The flowers late were open keeping,To try a rival blush with you,But their mother, Nature, kept them sleeping,With their rosy faces wash’d in dew.Oh, Molly, &c.
Oh, Molly Bawn, why leave me pining,
Or lonely waiting here for you—
While the stars above are brightly shining,
Because they have nothing else to do.
The flowers late were open keeping,
To try a rival blush with you,
But their mother, Nature, kept them sleeping,
With their rosy faces wash’d in dew.
Oh, Molly, &c.
The pretty flowers were made to bloom, dear,And the pretty stars were made to shine;The pretty girls were made for the boys, dear,And may be you were made for mine.The wicked watch dog here is snarling—He takes me for a thief, d’ye see?For he knows I’d steal you, Molly, darling,And then transported I should be.Oh, Molly, &c.
The pretty flowers were made to bloom, dear,
And the pretty stars were made to shine;
The pretty girls were made for the boys, dear,
And may be you were made for mine.
The wicked watch dog here is snarling—
He takes me for a thief, d’ye see?
For he knows I’d steal you, Molly, darling,
And then transported I should be.
Oh, Molly, &c.