Britannia ruled of yore.

I’m not Myself at all.

Oh! I’m not myself at all, Molly dear, Molly dear,

I’m not myself at all,

Nothing caring, nothing knowing, ’tis after you I’m going,

Faith your shadow ’tis I’m growing, Molly dear, Molly dear,

And I’m not myself at all.

Th’other day I went confessin’, and I ask’d the father’s blessin’

But says I, “Don’t give me one entirely,