If thus I smaller grow, all fretting dear for you,
’Tis you should make me up the deficiency,
So just let Father Taaf
Make you my better half,
And you will not the worse for the addition be;
Oh! I’m not myself at all.
I’ll be not myself at all, Molly dear, Molly dear,
’Till you my own I call.
Since a change o’er me there came, shure you might change your name,
And ’twould just come to the same, Molly dear, Molly dear,