Matin Bells and Scarlet and Gold By "F. Harald Williams"[i.e. F. W. O. Ward]. First Edition |
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MOLLY LOVE.
O I have a little daughter dear
Made of sunshine, flowers and dew,
And my passion deepening every year
Yet for her is always new—
Yet for her is always new;
She is dusky-haired and fervent,
She is tender, she is true,
She is half a queen—half servant
And has eyes of Irish blue.
If you suffer that or this stress
She is most demure and grave,
She is everybody's mistress
And is everybody's slave—
And is everybody's slave.
I would gladly be her glove,
For, though very small of stature,
She has quite a royal nature
Stamped with God's own legislature;
And her name is Molly Love,
And her name is Molly Love.
Made of sunshine, flowers and dew,
And my passion deepening every year
Yet for her is always new—
Yet for her is always new;
She is dusky-haired and fervent,
She is tender, she is true,
She is half a queen—half servant
And has eyes of Irish blue.
If you suffer that or this stress
She is most demure and grave,
She is everybody's mistress
And is everybody's slave—
And is everybody's slave.
I would gladly be her glove,
For, though very small of stature,
She has quite a royal nature
Stamped with God's own legislature;
And her name is Molly Love,
And her name is Molly Love.
Yes, I know a little girlie sweet
As the violets in Spring,
And the patter of her pretty feet
Like the bells of marriage ring—
Like the bells of marriage ring;
She is modest as a maiden
Of the golden times would be,
And her lips with honey laden
Are like cherries fair to see;
And her cheeks are blushing roses
That she borrows not from art,
When the crimson flower uncloses
And reveals its bleeding heart—
And reveals its bleeding heart.
Like a vision from above
She brings happiness, and laughter
That awakes the old oak rafter,
And will echo on hereafter;
For her name is Molly Love,
For her name is Molly Love.
As the violets in Spring,
And the patter of her pretty feet
Like the bells of marriage ring—
Like the bells of marriage ring;
She is modest as a maiden
Of the golden times would be,
And her lips with honey laden
Are like cherries fair to see;
And her cheeks are blushing roses
That she borrows not from art,
When the crimson flower uncloses
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And reveals its bleeding heart.
Like a vision from above
She brings happiness, and laughter
That awakes the old oak rafter,
And will echo on hereafter;
For her name is Molly Love,
For her name is Molly Love.
Ah, I prize my little woman child,
And I ask no better choice
Than to watch her running free and wild,
With the babble of her voice—
With the babble of her voice;
There is grace in every movement,
There is magic in her hair,
And her pose defies improvement—
Any painter might despair;
While the colour falls and rises
On her perfect rounded cheek,
With the sweetest of surprises
You would elsewhere idly seek—
You would elsewhere idly seek.
She goes cooing like a dove,
And no sun may brown or pimple
Her soft face's precious dimple
And the smile divinely simple;
While her name is Molly Love,
While her name is Molly Love.
And I ask no better choice
Than to watch her running free and wild,
With the babble of her voice—
With the babble of her voice;
There is grace in every movement,
There is magic in her hair,
And her pose defies improvement—
Any painter might despair;
While the colour falls and rises
On her perfect rounded cheek,
With the sweetest of surprises
You would elsewhere idly seek—
You would elsewhere idly seek.
She goes cooing like a dove,
And no sun may brown or pimple
Her soft face's precious dimple
And the smile divinely simple;
While her name is Molly Love,
While her name is Molly Love.
Let the other darlings have their due,
They are blessings and are blest,
But she only has the fairy clue
That can open every breast—
That can open every breast;
She can cheat the wisest pigeon
And it answers to her call,
And her life is a religion
With its innocence in all;
And about her breathes the scenting
Of the blossom we term bliss,
And her red lips drop relenting
If you only look a kiss—
If you only look a kiss.
When she loses hat or glove,
She will peep at me suspicious
With a pout that is delicious
And a murmur half seditious;
Though her name is Molly Love,
Though her name is Molly Love.
They are blessings and are blest,
But she only has the fairy clue
That can open every breast—
That can open every breast;
She can cheat the wisest pigeon
And it answers to her call,
And her life is a religion
With its innocence in all;
And about her breathes the scenting
Of the blossom we term bliss,
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If you only look a kiss—
If you only look a kiss.
When she loses hat or glove,
She will peep at me suspicious
With a pout that is delicious
And a murmur half seditious;
Though her name is Molly Love,
Though her name is Molly Love.
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