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Trotting 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 breathing

Whispered past my ear

And her white arms wreathing

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 will 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

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 will 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