l once had a sweetheart and I loved her well,
I loved her far better than my tongue can tell,
But her parents despised me for my lack of years,
So adieu to all pleasure since I lost my dear.
Then last night I dreamed that my love she came in ,
So softly she came that her feet made no din.
And she laid her hand on me, and this she did say
"It will not be long, love, till our wedding day."
Then according to promise at midnight I rose
But nothing I found there but her down-turned clothes,
The sheets were all empty, as plain as you see,
And out of the window with another went she.
Oh, Molly, my dear Molly, what's this you have done?
You have pulled the dry thistle, left the red rose alone;
The thistle will wither and fade all too soon,
But the red rose will blossom in the merry month of June.
I wish I were a small bird and had wings to fly,
I would fly to the castle where my love does lie,
On a bed of green ivy l would lay myself down,
And with my soft feathers my love I'd surround.