Molly Darling.

Molly Darling.
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A soldier boy was he,
A soldier’s sweetheart she.
Above their heads the stars are softly shining
An to a soldier’s breast a golden head is pressed.
And round a soldier’s neck two arms are twining,
But o’er the hills away & comrade sleeping lay,
And in the scales of fate his life is weighing;
He has risked his life to meet her,
Through the foe he crept to greet her;
“Tis time to go, sweetheart, he’s softly saying.

Chorus:
Fare thee well, fare thee well.
Molly darling:
Let your eyes look again into mine,
For the mun o’or the hilltops is dawning.
And I’m far from my comrades in line.
There’s a tear in your eye, Molly darling,
And the face I love filled with care, that I
But your heart musn’t fear,
I’ll be there, Molly dear,
At the call of the roll I’ll be there.

The bugle sounded clear,
It echoed far and near;
Upon the air the ory of arms had sounded-
A short, a startled cry, The enemy in nigh;
And on the ground
The heart that beat
Now stained coat soldier lles surrounded. so true, of blue:
A soldier by his sweetheart’s alde is dying;
To her breast she fondly holds him,
Lovingly her arms enfold him;
Tis time to go, sweetheart, he’s faintly sighing.