An Irish Song [Poor Molly O'flannagan]

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Title:     An Irish Song [Poor Molly O'flannagan]
Author: Sir John Carr [More Titles by Carr]

Poor Molly O'Flannagan (Lord rest her soul!)
Drank so deeply of whiskey, 'twas thought she would die;
Her fond lover, Pat, from her nate cabin stole,
And stepp'd into Dublin to buy her a pie.
Oh! poor Molly O'Flannagan!

Tho' chin-deep in sorrow, yet fun he lov'd well;
A pie-man pass'd near, crying "Pies" at his aise;
"Here are pies of all sorts."--"Oh! if all sorts you sell,
Then a twopenny magpie for me, if you plaise!"
Oh! poor Molly O'Flannagan!

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Sir John Carr's poem: Irish Song [Poor Molly O'flannagan]

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