MOLLY, with hips and ankles plump, With hands and feet and waist so small, Whose breasts could carry flowers unpinned, And not one blossom fall -- Give me your answer plain and true, Do you love me as I love you? Molly, as timid as a sheep That trembles at the shadow Of any harmless little bird That flies across its meadow, Are you a sweet good-tempered maid? "Sometimes I'd crush a grape!" she said. Molly, as gentle as the sun That lifts the dew to Heaven's breast, Of all the lovers you have had, Am I the one that's loved the best? "By all the men betrayed by me, I swear I love you true," said she. |