Molleen oge, my Molleen oge, Go put on your natest brogue, And slip into your smartest gown, You rosy little rogue; For a message kind I bear To yourself from ould Adair, That Pat the Piper's come around And there'll be dancin' there. Molleen dear, I'd not presume To encroach into your room, But I'd forgot a fairin' I'd brought you from Macroom; So open! and I swear Not one peep upon you; there! 'Tis a silver net to gather At the glass your golden hair. Molleen pet, my Molleen pet. Faix I'm fairly in a fret At the time you're titivatin' Molleen, aren't you ready yet? Now net and gown and brogue, Are you sure you're quite the vogue? But, bedad, you look so lovely I'll forgive you, Molleen oge! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CROSS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SECRECY PROTESTED by THOMAS CAREW THE MYSTIC TRUMPETER by WALT WHITMAN SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 12. VENUS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) TWELVE SONNETS: 3. THE VALLEY ROSES by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) GROVER CLEVELAND by JOEL BENTON THE LOST PLEAID by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |