| Oh have you seen Miss Molly. |
| Her cheeks are rosy red
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| Her lips are soft as satin and they taste like ginger bread
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| Oh. |
| Oh. |
| Oh. |
| Me oh my Miss Molly, I’m in love with you
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| Me oh my Miss Molly won’t you say you love me too
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| Now when Miss Molly smiles, the sun is dim a spell
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| And when she laughs her voice is like a little silver bell
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| Oh. |
| Oh. |
| Oh. |
| Me oh my Miss Molly, I’m in love with you
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| Me oh my Miss Molly won’t you say you love me too
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| I’ll trade my horse and saddle, my drivin' I’ll resign
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| If only Miss Molly would say that she’ll be mine
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| Oh. |
| Oh. |
| Oh. |
| Me oh my Miss Molly, I’m in love with you
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| Me oh my Miss Molly won’t you say you love me too
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| Now listen here Miss Molly, I’ve told you once before
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| But even though I’ve told you so, I’ll tell you just once
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| More
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| Oh. |
| Oh. |
| Oh. |
| Me oh my Miss Molly, I’m in love with you
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| Me oh my Miss Molly won’t you say you love me too |