Oh Molly Bawn, why leave me pining,

All lonely waiting here for you?

While the stars above are brightly shining

Because they've nothing else to do.

The flowers late were open keeping,

To try a rival blush with you,

But their mother, Nature, set them sleeping,

With their rosy faces wash'd with dew.

Oh! Molly Bawn, why leave me pining,

All lonely waiting here for you?

The stars above are sweetly shining,

Because they've nothing else to do,

Molly Bawn, Molly Bawn.

 

Now the pretty flowers were made to bloom dear,

And the pretty stars were made to shine,

And the pretty girls were made for Boys dear,

And maybe you were made for mine.

The wicked watchdog here is snarling,

He takes me for a thief you see,

For he knows I'll steal you, Molly darling,

And then transported I should be.

Oh! Molly Bawn, why leave me pining,

All lonely waiting here for you?

The stars above are sweetly shining,

Because they've nothing else to do

Molly Bawn, Molly Bawn.

 

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