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THE BANKS OF THE DAISIES.
When first I saw young Molly
Stretched beneath the holly,
Fast asleep, forenint her sheep, one dreamy summer's day,
With daisies laughing round her,
Hand and foot I bound her,
Then kissed her on her blooming cheek, and softly stole away.
Stretched beneath the holly,
Fast asleep, forenint her sheep, one dreamy summer's day,
With daisies laughing round her,
Hand and foot I bound her,
Then kissed her on her blooming cheek, and softly stole away.
But, as with blushes burning
Tip-toe I was turning,
From sleep she starts, and on me darts a dreadful lightning ray;
My foolish flowery fetters
Scornfully she scatters,
And like a winter sunbeam she coldly sweeps away.
Tip-toe I was turning,
From sleep she starts, and on me darts a dreadful lightning ray;
My foolish flowery fetters
Scornfully she scatters,
And like a winter sunbeam she coldly sweeps away.
But Love, young Love, comes stooping
O'er my daisies drooping,
And oh! each flower with fairy power the rosy boy renews;
Then twines each charming cluster
In links of starry lustre,
And with the chain enchanting my colleen proud pursues.
O'er my daisies drooping,
And oh! each flower with fairy power the rosy boy renews;
Then twines each charming cluster
In links of starry lustre,
And with the chain enchanting my colleen proud pursues.
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And soon I met young Molly
Musing melancholy,
With downcast eyes and starting sighs, along the meadow bank;
And oh! her swelling bosom
Was wreathed with daisy blossom,
Like stars in summer heaven, as in my arms she sank.
Musing melancholy,
With downcast eyes and starting sighs, along the meadow bank;
And oh! her swelling bosom
Was wreathed with daisy blossom,
Like stars in summer heaven, as in my arms she sank.
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