MOLLY O'RIGGE, AND TOM TREACLE.
At Cork lived Miss Molly O'Rigge,With a nose like the snout of a pig,Long carroty locks,And ten pounds in the stocks,Was the fortune of Molly O'Rigge,What a beautiful Molly O'Rigge.Tom Treacle lov'd Moll O'Rigge,A pert little tea-dealing prig,Says he, Molly my dove,My heart is brim full of love.Says she, Grocer, I don't care a fig,What a hard hearted Molly O'Rigge.I hate men, quoth Molly O'Rigge.In love they're a mere whirligig:But Cornelius O'Whack,Gave her heart such a smack,That to church they both caper'd a jig,What a false-hearted Molly O'Rigge.Says the tea-dealer, Molly O'Rigge,My heart is with jealousy big,Says she, hold your clack,I'm now Mrs O'WhackI'm no longer Molly O'Rigge,Good bye, Mistress Molly O'Rigge.