Fol de riddle, etc.
The day they were to have been wed,
Fate’s scissors cut poor Giles’s thread,
So they could not be mar—ri—ed.
Fol de riddle, etc.
Poor Molly laid her down to weep,
And cried herself quite fast asleep,
Fol de riddle, etc.
When standing fast by her bed-post,
A figure tall her sight engrossed,