OH, MOLLY DEAR!
TO MY SISTER MARY ON HER BIRTHDAY, DEC. 1844.
Oh, Molly dear! oh, Molly dear!
Thy birthday's here once more;
And canst thou tell, if, this short year,
Thou'rt wiser than before?
For each returning year should bring
Another flower to deck thy spring.
Thy birthday's here once more;
And canst thou tell, if, this short year,
Thou'rt wiser than before?
For each returning year should bring
Another flower to deck thy spring.
Oh, Molly dear! oh, Molly dear!
What are thy dreams of bliss?
And dost thou think the coming year
Must be more bright than this?
Oh, yes! I trust that it may be
A future of much joy to thee.
What are thy dreams of bliss?
And dost thou think the coming year
Must be more bright than this?
Oh, yes! I trust that it may be
A future of much joy to thee.
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