Trottin' to the fair Me and Molly Molony Seated, I declare On a single pony How am I to know That Molly's safe behind With our heads in, oh That awkward, awkward way inclined By her gentle breathin' Whispered past my ear And her white arms wreathin' Warm around me here Thus on Dobbin's back I discoursed the darling Till upon our track Leaped a mongrel snarling "Ah" says Moll "I'm frightened Frightened that the pony'll start" And her pretty hands she tightened Round my happy heart Till I axed her: "May I Steal a kiss or so?" And my Molly's grey eye Didn't answer no. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SURFACES AND MASKS; 12 by CLARENCE MAJOR BALLADE MADE FOR HIS MOTHER THAT SHE MIGHTE PRAYE by FRANCOIS VILLON AN ELEGY: TO AN OLD BEAUTY by THOMAS PARNELL THE SHEEPHERD by JOSEPH BEAUMONT LINES SUGGESTED BY A LATE OCCURRENCE by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD GHELUVELT; EPITAPH ON THE WORCESTERS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |