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"MOLLEEN OGE, MY MOLLEEN OGE" by ANONYMOUS

Last Line: "I'LL FORGIVE YOU, MOLLEEN OGE!"
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 aroun'
And there'll be dancin' there.

Molleen dear, I'll not presume
To encroach into your room,
But I'd forget a fairin'
I'd brought you from Macroom;
So open! and I'll 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!



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