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MOLLEEN OGE
Molleen oge, my Molleen oge,
Go put on your natest brogue,
And slip into your smartest gown,
You rosy little rogue;
For a message kind I bear
To yourself from ould Adair,
That Pat the Piper's come around
And there'll be dancin' there.
Go put on your natest brogue,
And slip into your smartest gown,
You rosy little rogue;
For a message kind I bear
To yourself from ould Adair,
That Pat the Piper's come around
And there'll be dancin' there.
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Molleen dear, I'd not presume
To encroach into your room,
But I'd forgot a fairin'
I'd brought you from Macroom;
So open! and I swear
Not one peep upon you; there!
'Tis a silver net to gather
At the glass your golden hair.
To encroach into your room,
But I'd forgot a fairin'
I'd brought you from Macroom;
So open! and I swear
Not one peep upon you; there!
'Tis a silver net to gather
At the glass your golden hair.
Molleen pet, my Molleen pet.
Faix I'm fairly in a fret
At the time you're titivatin'
Molleen, aren't you ready yet?
Now net and gown and brogue,
Are you sure you're quite the vogue?
But, bedad, you look so lovely
I'll forgive you, Molleen oge!
Faix I'm fairly in a fret
At the time you're titivatin'
Molleen, aren't you ready yet?
Now net and gown and brogue,
Are you sure you're quite the vogue?
But, bedad, you look so lovely
I'll forgive you, Molleen oge!
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