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MacDonald heard the heavy news—and grievously did
say — " Farewell, my lovely Molly, since I'm banished far
away, A poor forlorn pilgrim I must wander to and fro, And all for the sake of my Irish Molly O ! "
She's modest, etc.
" There is a rose in Ireland, I thought it would be
mine : But now that she is lost to me, I must forever pine, Till death shall come to comfort me, for to the grave
I'll go, And all for the sake of my Irish Molly O ! "
She's modest, etc.
" And now that I am dying, this one request I crave, To place a marble tombstone above my humble grave ! And on the stone these simple words I'd have engraven so — ' MacDonald lost his life for love of Irish Molly O !' "
She's modest, etc. |
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JENNY FROM BALLINASLOE
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OU lads that are funny, and call maids your honey, Give ear for a moment; I'll not keep you long. I'm wounded by Cupid ; he has made me stupid ;
To tell you the truth now, my brain's nearly wrong. A neat little posy, who does live quite cosy, Has kept me unable to go to and fro; |
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