MOLLY, MY DEAR
by: Joseph Sheridan Le
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- INCE last
I held your hand, dear Molly, 'tis many's the year,
- But altho' you have wed another, I still was true,
- For I never could fancy a girl, dearest Molly, but you,
- And the love of my heart was still with you, Molly, my dear.
- When last I held your hand, you were goin' to be married,
- But I knew by the paleness no cold words of your could disguise,
- And I knew by the tears that were dimming your beautiful
- That in spite of them all, dear Molly, you loved me alone.
- Since last I held your hand? I am changed from what I was
- In battle, in danger, in storm, in strife, I have stood,
- Won honour and glory and riches as much as I would;
- But in this world, dear Molly, I'll never be happy again.