Come down the tree, Molly, sweet Molly, sweet Molly,
Come down the tree, Molly and dine ye with me.
And though ye be weary, I’ll make your day cheery
To welcome you, Molly, so young, wild and free.
We’ll live for the season, we’ll love for the reason,
We’ll run o’er the valley, o’er meadow, o’er glen;
We’ll fall in our laughter, and roll morning after,
When things went all awry for now, dear, and then.
Come down the tree, Molly, sweet Molly, sweet Molly,
Come down the tree, Molly and dine ye with me.
And though ye be weary, I’ll make your day cheery
To welcome you, Molly, so young, wild and free.
And ye shall live freely with kitten-girls dearly,
While counting the stars on this summertime’s night
And deep be our need of the champagne and mead
To drink to Contessa, and her kittens tonight.
Come down the tree, Molly, sweet Molly, sweet Molly,
Come down the tree, Molly and dine ye with me.
And though ye be weary, I’ll make your day cheery
To welcome you, Molly, so young, wild and free.
If ought you will tease me, assure you can please me
And that we must merry be, joyous and gay;
Then we’ll live together, both now and forever
While our love prevails each moment a day.
Come down the tree, Molly, sweet Molly, sweet Molly,
Come down the tree, Molly and dine ye with me.
And though ye be weary, I’ll make your day cheery
To welcome you, Molly, so young, wild and free.
Oct 6, 2019
Oct 6, 2019 at 6:17 AM UTC
Come down the tree, Molly, sweet Molly, sweet Molly,
Come down the tree, Molly and dine ye with me.
And though ye be weary, I’ll make your day cheery
To welcome you, Molly, so young, wild and free.
We’ll live for the season, we’ll love for the reason,
We’ll run o’er the valley, o’er meadow, o’er glen;
We’ll fall in our laughter, and roll morning after,
When things went all awry for now, dear, and then.
Come down the tree, Molly, sweet Molly, sweet Molly,
Come down the tree, Molly and dine ye with me.
And though ye be weary, I’ll make your day cheery
To welcome you, Molly, so young, wild and free.
And ye shall live freely with kitten-girls dearly,
While counting the stars on this summertime’s night
And deep be our need of the champagne and mead
To drink to Contessa, and her kittens tonight.
Come down the tree, Molly, sweet Molly, sweet Molly,
Come down the tree, Molly and dine ye with me.
And though ye be weary, I’ll make your day cheery
To welcome you, Molly, so young, wild and free.
If ought you will tease me, assure you can please me
And that we must merry be, joyous and gay;
Then we’ll live together, both now and forever
While our love prevails each moment a day.
Come down the tree, Molly, sweet Molly, sweet Molly,
Come down the tree, Molly and dine ye with me.
And though ye be weary, I’ll make your day cheery
To welcome you, Molly, so young, wild and free.
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