MOLLY, MY DEAR

by: Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu (1814-1873)

      INCE last I held your hand, dear Molly, 'tis many's the year,
      But altho' you have wed another, I still was true,
      For I never could fancy a girl, dearest Molly, but you,
      And the love of my heart was still with you, Molly, my dear.
       
      When last I held your hand, you were goin' to be married, my dear,
      But I knew by the paleness no cold words of your could disguise,
      And I knew by the tears that were dimming your beautiful eyes,
      That in spite of them all, dear Molly, you loved me alone.
       
      Since last I held your hand? I am changed from what I was then,
      In battle, in danger, in storm, in strife, I have stood,
      Won honour and glory and riches as much as I would;
      But in this world, dear Molly, I'll never be happy again.

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