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! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LEXINGTON [APRIL 19, 1775] by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE HARVEST MOON; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE PLANTING by MARGARET LEE ASHLEY ON SEEING AN OFFICER'S WIDOW DISTRACTED - ARREARS OF PENSION by MARY BARBER ENOUGH by CHARLES GRANGER BLANDEN |