Then back! go back! from the red man’s track, for the red man’s eyes are dim,
To find that the white man wrongs the one who never did harm to him.
Yha, yha, yha!
Molly Bawn.
Oh, Molly Bawn, why leave me pining,
Or lonely waiting here for you—
While the stars above are brightly shining,
Because they have nothing else to do.
The flowers late were open keeping,