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| OH, I ’m not myself at all, | |
| Molly dear, Molly dear! | |
| I ’m not myself at all. | |
| Nothing caring, nothing knowing, | |
| ’T is after you I ’m going, | 5 |
| Faith, your shadow ’t is I ’m growing, | |
| Molly dear, Molly dear! | |
| And I ’m not myself at all. | |
| Th’ other day I went confessin’, | |
| And I asked the father’s blessin’, | 10 |
| “But,” says I, “don’t give me one intirely: | |
| For I fretted so last year, | |
| But the half of me is here, | |
| So give the other half to Molly Brierly.” | |
| Oh, I ’m not myself at all! | 15 |
| Oh, I ’m not myself at all, | |
| Molly dear, Molly dear! | |
| My appetite ’s so small: | |
| I once could pick a goose; | |
| But my buttons is no use, | 20 |
| Faith, my tightest coat is loose, | |
| Molly dear. | |
| And I ’m not myself at all! | |
| If thus it is I waste, | |
| You ’d betther, dear, make haste, | 25 |
| Before your lover ’s gone away intirely; | |
| If you don’t soon change your mind, | |
| Not a bit of me you ’ll find, | |
| And what ’ud you think o’ that, Molly Brierly? | |
| Oh, I ’m not myself at all! | 30 |
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| Oh, my shadow on the wall, | |
| Molly dear, Molly dear, | |
| Isn’t like myself at all, | |
| For I ’ve got so very thin, | |
| Myself says ’t isn’t him, | 35 |
| But that party girl so slim, | |
| Molly dear. | |
| And I ’m not myself at all! | |
| If thus I smaller grew, | |
| All fretting, dear, for you, | 40 |
| ’T is you should make up the deficiency, | |
| So just let Father Taaff | |
| Make you my betther half, | |
| And you will not the worse for the addition be— | |
| Oh, I ’m not myself at all! | 45 |
| I ’ll be not myself at all, | |
| Molly dear, Molly dear, | |
| Till you my own I call! | |
| Since a change o’er me there came | |
| Sure you might change your name, | 50 |
| And ’t would just come to the same, | |
| Molly dear, | |
| ’T would just come to the same: | |
| For if you and I were one, | |
| All confusion would be gone, | 55 |
| And ’t would simplify the matther intirely; | |
| And ’t would save us so much bother, | |
| When we ’d both be one another— | |
| So listen now to rayson, Molly Brierly; | |
| Oh, I ’m not myself at all! | 60 |
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