O little green lane,
You're rough and you're plain,
No beauty in you I'd be finding,
But in the moon's light
You're silvern and bright,
'Tis royal you are in your winding:
For Molly my queen,
Tho' in cabin so mean,
Reigns there in her own simple splendour,
But she'll never learn
That for her I yearn,
I'll ne'er grieve that pure heart so tender.
You little green lane,
So rugged and plain,
When Molly trips o'er you so lightly,
Your carpet of green
More brilliant is seen,
The soul from her eyes looks so brightly.
My queen and my star,
I worship afar,
And ne'er shall she hear my deep sighing;
Sure she shall not grieve,
Or ever believe
That for her my poor heart's a-dying.
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