For I fretted so last year,
But the half o’ me is here,
So give the other half to Molly Brierly
Oh! I’m not myself at all.”
Oh! I’m not myself at all, Molly dear, Molly dear,
My appetite’s so small,
I once could pick a goose, but my buttons are no use,
Faith my tightest coat is loose, Molly dear, Molly dear,
And I’m not myself at all.
If thus it is I waste, you’d better dear make haste