Before your lover’s gone away entirely,
If you don’t soon change your mind
Not a bit o’ me you’ll find,
And what ’ud you think ’o that Molly Brierly?
Oh! I’m not myself at all.
Oh! my shadow on the wall, Molly dear, Molly dear,
Isn’t like myself at all.
For I’ve got so very thin, myself says ’tisn’t him,
But that purty girl so slim, Molly dear, Molly dear,
And I’m not myself at all.