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Morning Ireland

Molly Malone (1790 version)

By the big Hill of Howth,

That's a bit of an Oath,

That to swear by I'm loth,

To the heart of a stone,

But be poison my drink,

If I sleep snore or wink,

Once forgetting to think,

Of your lying alone,

Och it's how I'm in love,

Like a beautiful dove,

That sits cooing above,

In the boughs of a tree;

It's myself I'll soon smother,

In something or other,

Unless I can bother,

Your heart to love me,

Sweet Molly, Sweet Molly Malone,

Sweet Molly, Sweet Molly Malone

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