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Lovely Molly of the County of Down.
DRAW near each lover, till I diſcover,
the grief and anguiſh that fills my heart,
My pain is really, I feel it daily,
and love is the cauſe of my woful ſmart;
By a young creature the pride of nature,
my heart I fear is for ever bound;
And the young fair has my heart enſnar'd,
is call'd lovely Molly of the County of Down.
I wiſh that nature had never fram'd her.
or that I never did yet hehold
Her ſlender waiſt and riſing breaſt,
and her hair like ringlets of ſhining gold:
Then I would be from all ſorrow free,
did I never ſee her either ſmile or frown;
But now in anguiſh I pine and languiſh,
for lovely Molly of the County of Down.
Her lovely features, excels all creatures,
that ever nature as yet did frame,
Her voice melodious, her frame commodious,
her kin and ſnow for colour is the ſame.
Diana, Venus, or Grecian Helen,
or Cleopatra of high renown,
Could not compare, nor was ne'er ſo fair
as ſweet lovely Molly of the County of Down.
In vain I fought her, being the daughter,
of a rich farmer in the Iſle of Kail;
And now a young 'Squire he does her admire,
which is the reaſon makes me bewail.
