Arthur and Molly
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Traditional, from Northumbria
As noble Sir Arthur one morning did ride, With his hounds at his feet, and his sword by his side, He saw a fair maid sitting under a tree, He asked her name, and she said 'twas Mollee.
2. Oh, charming Mollee, you my butler shall be,
3. I'll give you fine ribbons, I'll give you fine rings,
4. I'll have none of your ribbons, and none of your rings, | 5. Oh, charming Mollee, lend me then your penknife, And I will go home, and I'll kill my own wife; I'll kill my own wife, and my bairnies three, If you will but love me, my charming Mollee!
6. Oh, noble Sir Arthur, it must not be so,
7. Now seven long years are gone and are past,
8. Now charming Mollee in her carriage doth ride, |