["Molly Dear"]

Molly Dear
When the life in our young

 Hearts was beating
     have
We roamed to-gether side
  by side
But now, sad and 
  altered is thy greeting
For alas thou art
 now anothers bride
  —
I have wandered with 
  thee mid the bowers
When thy soft blue eyes were
  in their bloom
Now I stand all alone mid
  the flowers
While they mingle their shadows
  oer thy tomb