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MOLLY, DEAR, GOOD NIGHT |
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2 Smile away the coming morrow
Till my sure return, Why should fond hearts part in sorrow?
Grief too soon wc learn. Hours of bliss must come and go, Constant pleasures none can know, Joy must have its ebb and flow;
Then Molly dear, good-night! |
3 On thy form, with beauty laden,
All my thoughts will be; > Purer love ne'er blessed a maiden, Than I hold for thee; While thine eyes in beamy glance, While thy smiles my soul entrance, Still the fleeting hours advance; Then Molly dear, good-night! |
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MY BRUDDER GUM |
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