# Gramachree Molly/Gramachree Molly

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GRAMACHREE MOLLY.
AS down on Banna's banks I stray'd
one evening in May, The little birds with blithest notes, made vocal ev'ry ſpray: They ſung their little tales of love, they ſung them o'er and o'er, 'Ah Gramachree ma Colleen ogue, Ma Molly Aftore.'
The daiſy py'd, and all the ſweets, the dawn of nature yields, The primroſe pale, the vi'let blue, lay ſcatter'd o'er the fields; Such fragrance in the boſom ſpread, of her whom I adore, 'Ah Gramachree ma Colleen ogue, Ma Molly Aſtore.
I laid me down upon the bank, bewailing my sad fate. That doom'd me thus a save to Love, and cruel Molly's hate. How can she break an honeſt heart, that wears her in it's Core, 'Ah Gramachree ma Colleen ogue, Ma Molly Astore.'
You ſaid you lov'd me, Molly dear, ah, Why did I believe? ​Yet who could think ſuch tender words, were meant but to deceive. That love was all I aſk'd on earth, nay heav'n could give no more, Ah Gramachree ma Colleen ogue, Ma Molly Aſtore.'
Oh! had I all the flocks that graze, on yonder yellow hill, Or low'd for me the num'rous herds, that yon green paſture fill, With her I love, I'd gladly ſhare, my kine and fleecy ſtore, Ah Gramachree ma Colleen ogue, Ma Molly Aftore.'
Two turtle doves above my head, sat courting on a bough; I envy'd not their happineſs, to ſee them bill and coo: Such fondneſs once for me the ſhow'd, but now alas it's o'er, Ah Gramachree ma Colleen ogue, Ma Molly Aftore.'
Then fare you well my Molly dear, thy loſs I e'er ſhall mourn: Whilft life remains in Strephon's heart, 'twill beat for thee alone, Tho' thou art falſe, may heav'n on thee, it's choiceſt bleflings pour: Ah Gramachree ma Colleen ogue, Ma Molly Aftore.'
THE ANSWER.
YE gentle winds that ſoftly blow, along the verdant plain, Go whiſper in my Strephon's ear, his love's return'd again; In ſweeteſt language tell the youth, his anguiſh to give o'er; Ah Gramachree! and we ſhall be as happy as before.
The daiſy py'd and all the ſweets, of Nature's flow'ry bed, Shall join to make a garland meet, for my dear Strephon's head; The primroſe pale and vi'lers blue, I'll add unto the ſtore, Ah Gramachree! and we ſhall be as happy as before.
Full many a ſcene of mourning, thy Molly late has known; Becauſe my heart its fondneſs kept, for thee my love alone; My parents hid me from thy fight, and ſpurn'd thee from their door; Ah Gramachree! and now we'll be as happy as before.
I laid me down upon my bed, bewailing my fad fate; ​And like a faithful turtle dove, I mourn'd my abſent mate: And as the ling'ring moments pass'd, I told them o'er and o'er; Ah Gramachree! and now we'll be as happy as before.
You ſaid you lov'd your Molly dear, thy vows I did believe, For well I knew my Strephon's heart, would ne'er my heart deceive. Thy love was all I wiſh'd on earth, for heav'n could give no more; Ah Gramachree! and now we'll be as happy as before.
Our flocks together now we'll tend, upon the yellow hill, And gaze enraptur'd, on the fweets which yon fair oroſpect fill. While heav'n upon our mutual love, shall all its bleſſings pour; Ah Gramachree! we then ſhall be as happy as before.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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