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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.