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Since a change o'er me there came, sure you might
change your name — And 'twould just come to the same, Molly dear,
'Twould just come to the same; For if you and I were one, all confusion would be .gone, And 'twould simplify the matter entirely ; And 'twould save us so much bother when we'd both be one another •— So listen now to reason, Molly Brierley. O I'm not myself at all! |
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MOLLY CAREW
OCH hone ! and what will I do? Sure my love is all crost Like a bud in the frost; And there's no use at all in my going to bed, For 'tis dhrames and not sleep comes into my head, And 'tis all about you, My sweet Molly Carew — And indeed 'tis a sin and a shame; You're complater than Nature In every feature, The snow can't compare With your forehead so fair, And I rather would see just one blink of your eye Than the purtiest star that shines out of the^sky; And by this and by that, For the matter o' that, You're more distant by far than that same !
Och hone ! vveirasthru ! I'm alone fn this world without you. |
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