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Nothing could them please,
They ne'er would be at ease,
They sent me where the cannons roar.
I ne'er was wounded,
Though balls surrounded,
And flew like hail in the hemisphere,
Fatigued and jaded,
Through blood I waded,
All for your sake my sweet Molly dear.
My dearest darling,
Your lovely forming,
Shall be adorn'd with the spoils of war,
And with my treasure,
Now use your pleasure,
I don't care though your friends do jure.
A chest of gold, all
At your disposal
With two large bags or dollars here.
And all this to you,
I will now bestow
As you are true my sweet Molly dear.
No more dear Molly
I'll wander from you,
Since I have arrived on my native shore,
Through hostile danger,
I'll never venture.
But stay at home when the war is o'er.
