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Trottin' to the fair Me and Molly Molony Seated, I declare On a single pony How am I to know That Molly's safe behind With our heads in, oh That awkward, awkward way inclined By her gentle breathin' Whispered past my ear And her white arms wreathin' Warm around me here Thus on Dobbin's back I discoursed the darling Till upon our track Leaped a mongrel snarling "Ah" says Moll "I'm frightened Frightened that the pony'll start" And her pretty hands she tightened Round my happy heart Till I axed her: "May I Steal a kiss or so?" And my Molly's grey eye Didn't answer no. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE IRISH SPINNING-WHEEL by ALFRED PERCEVAL GRAVES AN IRISH LULLABY by ALFRED PERCEVAL GRAVES FORTUNE MY FOE by ALFRED PERCEVAL GRAVES HERRING IS KING by ALFRED PERCEVAL GRAVES OULD DOCTOR MACK by ALFRED PERCEVAL GRAVES THE LITTLE RED LARK by ALFRED PERCEVAL GRAVES THE WHITE BLOSSOM'S OFF THE BOG by ALFRED PERCEVAL GRAVES THE WRECK OF THE AIDEEN by ALFRED PERCEVAL GRAVES BROTHERS IN ARMS by ALFRED PERCEVAL GRAVES FAN FITZGERL by ALFRED PERCEVAL GRAVES |
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