Page:Gramachree Molly.pdf/3

 Yet who could think ſuch tender words,

were meant but to deceive.

That love was all I aſk'd on earth,

nay heav'n could give no more,

Ah Gramachree ma Colleen ogue,

Ma Molly Aſtore.'

Oh! had I all the flocks that graze,

on yonder yellow hill,

Or low'd for me the num'rous herds,

that yon green paſture fill,

With her I love, I'd gladly ſhare,

my kine and fleecy ſtore,

Ah Gramachree ma Colleen ogue,

Ma Molly Aftore.'

Two turtle doves above my head,

at courting on a bough;

I envy'd not their happineſs,

to ſee them bill and coo:

Such fondneſs once for me the ſhow'd,

but now alas it's o'er,

Ah Gramachree ma Colleen ogue,

Ma Molly Aftore.'

Then fare you well my Molly dear,

thy loſs I e'er ſhall mourn:

Whilft life remains in Strephon's heart,

'twill beat for thee alone,

Tho' thou art falſe, may heav'n on thee,

it's choiceſt bleflings pour:

Ah Gramachree ma Colleen ogue,

Ma Molly Aftore.'