He takes me for a thief you see;
For he knows I’d steal you, Molly, darling,
And then transported I should be.
Oh, Molly Bawn, &c.
Samuel Lover.
There was a parody of this song in the first volume of The Man in the Moon, unfortunately it is very coarse:—
Oh! Molly, pawn without repining,
That wedding-ring I gave to you,
Where three gilt balls are brightly shining,
Because they’ve customers to do.