Copyright, 1891, by T. B. Harms & Co.
Written and Composed by Wm. J. Scaulan.
She's plain Molly, O, simple And sweet;
My heart is gone, I lay me at her feet;
So light her tread, so fond her gaze,
Who would not love my Molly dear?
Clouds are but sunshine, skies ever clear,
Happy am I, lads, when Molly is near:
Heart's fondest echo, love's sweet refrain,
Still call me back to my Molly again.
She's plain Molly, O, simple and sweet;
She's plain Molly, O, her heart Is love's retreat;
She's plain Molly, O, lovely, divine;
Oh, would that I could call Molly mine.
Brave soldiers may war, heroes may die,
With Molly dear the world I would defy;
Tender her heart, loving and true,
Flowers of the valley call her queen.
So like the lily, so like the rose,
Her laugh's like the sunshine to nature's repose;
Her eyes are jewels, more rich and bright
Than those in heaven that sparkle at night.- Chorus.