Oh Molly Grogan - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
OH! MOLLY GROGAN! Copyright, 1886, by Wm. A. Pond & Co. 
There's a little Irish lass and she wears a gingham gown. An' it's hey, Molly, oh! Molly Grogan! And she's living wid her mam in a shanty way uptown. An' it's hey, Molly, oh! Molly Grogan! Her father is a laborer digging hills away, A digging wid a shovel, digging every day; Her brother is a gasman, working in the pipes. Six feet in his stockings, oh, ye never saw the likes. 
She's a pretty, rosy face with a dimple in her cheek. An' it's hey, Molly, oh! Molly Grogan! And she's helping of her mam while she's working all the week, An' it's hey, Molly, oh! Molly Grogan! She's washing every morning overalls and socks For Dan'l Connell Grogan, blowing up the rocks; She's tending to the goslings, Larries and the Mikes, Five feet in her stockings, oh, you never saw the likes. 
Oh! she walks the Boulevard with her father's dinner pail, Au' it's hey, Molly, oh! Molly Grogan! With a little bread and meat and a half a pint of ale-An' it's hey, Molly, oh! Molly Grogan! You'll see her at the clothes-line hanging up the duds, Then out into the garden planting of the spuds. With her lanky beau from Harlem, Nicodemus Sykes, Eight feet in his stockings, oh, ye never saw the likes