I drew myself nearer and I said, Lovely fair one
Why do you roam in these forests alone,
What is your name, love, likewise your occupation,
Why do you roam oer these forests so wild?
Kind Sir, she made answer, I have no consolation
In roaming these forests their prospects to view,
I am but a servant and low is my station
And I go by the name of young Molly Agnew.
My father once possessed, sir, a large store of riches
And then we lived happy till the year eighty-one
When the king he called unto the sons of our nation,
When liberty called they were forced for to join.
They was taken to battle and quickly was murdered,
For want of employment our hardships foretold,
With minds half distracted we roamed broken hearted
And the tiger stands carefully guarding the fold.
I drew myself nearer and I said, Lovely fair one
If you will consent for to be my bride
No more in this wild world will you suffer persecution
If you will go with me on the banks of the Clyde.
With modest behaviour she freely consented
And off to old Scotia we quickly did go
On Clydes flowing bank heaven joined us together
And now my own darling is Molly Agnew.
Words Traditional
Thursday, December 26th, 2019
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