American Old Time Song Lyrics: 26 Molly
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 26
MOLLY.
Copyright, 1884, by Wm. A. Pond & Co.
Words by Ed. Harrigan. Music by Dave Braham.
Oh, the love that is burning in my bosom,
Oh, sure my heart is filled with bitter melancholy;
For it's you've won me oe'r, and I can't say no more,
Than to promise for to be your true love Molly.
Chorus.
I'll say the word, you must not pine,
Oh. you may call me thine,
Oh, I promise to be your true love Molly.
Oh, the nights they were dreary for me, darling.
Oh, sure, my love, I thought nothing else but folly;
For awake or asleep, oh, my secret I'd keep,
While a praying that you'd Call me your own Molly.-Chorus.
Sun; my heart it was drooping down with sorrow,
Oh, at no time was I really ever Jolly;
For my heart's not grown cold, and I'll wear your ring of gold,
I am longing that you'd call me your own Molly.-Chorus