American Old Time Song Lyrics: 54 Molly Mcentee

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 54

MOLLY McENTEE.
Copyright, 1896. by Lane A Cote.
Words and Music by Edwin W. Cols.

All the boys were dead in love with Molly McEntee,
At the corner where she lives a crowd you'll always see,
When she's walking down the street,
Always nobby, always neat,
With a smile demure and sweet Molly McEntee.
With a pleasant nod for all as she trips along, yet
Billy Bright, at her back gate, would sometimes sing this song:

Chorus.
Molly, my heart is on fire for love of you,
Tell me, dear Molly, to win on what must I do?
For you know that I love you And love you true.
Come to my heart, Molly darling, for I love you.

Though she had a score of beaux, 'twas always Billy Bright,
By her side would proudly walk when going home at night,
Billy looked so big and brave,
Proud to be her willing slave;
His to guard, from trouble save, Molly McEntee.
She would not admit her love, though he asked each day.
Yet it made her heart beat faster, when she'd hear him say:

Chorus.
Molly, my heart is on fire for love of you,
Tell me, dear Molly, to win you what must I do,
For you know that I love you und love you true,
Come to my heart, Molly darling, for I love you.

Then one night the cry of "Fire" echo'd on the air,
Billy proved himself a hero, hope came from despair,
Through the awful fire and heat
He saved her cripple brother Pete,
Then fell Senseless at her feet, Molly McEntee.
After many weary weeks, weeks of hope and fear,
On her knees beside his cot, she whispered in his ear:

Chorus.
Billy, dear Billy, I know that you love me true,
Speak to me, Billy, my darling, for I want you,
Now I know that you're noble, you're good and true,
Live just for my sake, dear Billy, for I love you.