For he knows I’d steal you, Molly, darling,
And then transported I should be.
Oh, Molly, &c.
Norah, the Pride of Kildare.
As beauteous as Flora is charming young Norah,
The joy of my heart and the Pride of Kildare,
I ne’er will deceive her, for sadly ’twould grieve her,
To find that I sigh’d for another less fair.
Chorus.
Her heart with truth teeming, her eye with smiles beaming,