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Molly's Folly
Molly from the milking comes
In the sweet May weather;
Someone meets her in the lane,
And they walk together.
In the sweet May weather;
Someone meets her in the lane,
And they walk together.
Someone has a sheepish look
As of love inside him;
Molly turns her face away,
Frowns, as if to chide him.
As of love inside him;
Molly turns her face away,
Frowns, as if to chide him.
Someone has a shaky voice:
“Once you seemed to love me;
Molly, won't you try again—
Think a little of me?”
“Once you seemed to love me;
Molly, won't you try again—
Think a little of me?”
At the gate she stops; an arm
Round her waist is stealing;
Molly shrinks and makes no sign;
Is she lost to feeling?
Round her waist is stealing;
Molly shrinks and makes no sign;
Is she lost to feeling?
When her cottage-home she gains—
Molly sure a goose is—
Of the tears that drown her heart
She unlocks the sluices:
Molly sure a goose is—
Of the tears that drown her heart
She unlocks the sluices:
“Why, O cruel tongue,” she cries,
So with silence flout him?
Who's to tell him, if not you,
I should die without him?”
So with silence flout him?
Who's to tell him, if not you,
I should die without him?”
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