And likewise the Duchy of Zell!
I’d part with them all for a farthing,
To have my dear Molly Lepel.
Should Venus now rise from the ocean,
And naked appear in her shell,
She would not cause half the emotion,
That we feel for dear Molly Lepel.
Old Orpheus, that husband so civil,
He followed his wife down to hell,
And who would not go to the devil,