It's All Owing To Molly - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
IT'S ALL OWING TO MOLLY. Copyright, 1885, by T. B. Harms & Co. Words by J. Cheever Goodwin. Music by Ludwig Englaender. 
I once was as gay and light-hearted a fellow As you in this wide world could e'er hope to see; But now I'm as sad as a strain on the 'cello, Played molto maestoso in minorest key; I moan and I groan, and I've turned a prime pessimist, Nothing can please me, but everything pains; I mope and I grope, And there's come, I confess, A mist over the article known as my brains, And it's all owing to Molly, The maid I had hoped to call wife; Her cruel behavior, like blows of a pavior, Has ruined, forever, my life. 
As fair as an angel by Raphael painted, I drank of love's nectar until my head swam, But found, when too late, that by treachery tainted, Her saccharine smile was a soul-sick'ning sham; Her whiles and her smiles, made from hope's rosy planicle. Fair as an Eden, the future appear; But, now, on my brow are care's diameter cynical, Life's a Sahara, simoom-swept And sere, And it's all owing to Molly, I'm plunged in a gulf of despair; with sorrow and trouble, life's rainbow-hued bubble Has burst into emptiest air. 
She smiled on my suit from the very beginning, That red-letter day our acquaintance began; For six weeks of happiness I had my inning, And love In a course of lubricity ran: All care fled in air and I basked in beatitude; Fool that I was to imagine her true; To-day I'm a prey to the basest ingratitude, Yearning for rest 'math the shade of the yew, And it's all owing to Molly My misery's cup overflows; Grown sadder and wiser, oh, how I despise her, The source of my manifold woes.