And as fine a one
As you’d look upon
In the cot of a peasant or hall of an earl.
Her teeth were white, though not of pearl,
And dark was her hair, though it did not curl;
Yet few who gazed on her teeth and her hair,
But owned that a power o’ beauty was there.
Now many a hearty and rattling gorsoon,
Whose fancy had charmed his heart into tune,
Would dare to approach fair Molly Muldoon,