Meet Me, Miss Molly Malone.
Meet me, Miss Molly Malone,
At the grove at the end of the vale;
But be sure that you don’t come alone,
Bring a pot of your master’s strong ale,
With a nice bit of beef and some bread,
Some pickled, or cucumbers green,
Or a nice little dainty pig’s head,
’Tis the loveliest tit-bit e’er seen.