Poems you ought to know . hem ogle and sigh, They could neer catch her eye— So bashful the Widow Malone, Ohone!So bashful the Widow Malone. Till one Misther OBrien from Clare-How quare! Its little for blushing they careDown there— Put his arm round her waist, Gave ten kisses at laste— Oh, says he, youre my Molly Malone—My own! Oh, says he, youre my Molly Malone 1 And the widow they all thought so shy, My eye!Neer thought of a simper or sigh— For why?But, Lucius, says she,Since youve now made so may marry your Mary Malone, Ohone!You may marry your Mary Malone. Theres a moral contained
Poems you ought to know . hem ogle and sigh, They could neer catch her eye— So bashful the Widow Malone, Ohone!So bashful the Widow Malone. Till one Misther OBrien from Clare-How quare! Its little for blushing they careDown there— Put his arm round her waist, Gave ten kisses at laste— Oh, says he, youre my Molly Malone—My own! Oh, says he, youre my Molly Malone 1 And the widow they all thought so shy, My eye!Neer thought of a simper or sigh— For why?But, Lucius, says she,Since youve now made so may marry your Mary Malone, Ohone!You may marry your Mary Malone. Theres a moral contained in my song, Not wrong,And, one comfort, its not very long, But strong;If for widows you dieLearn to kiss, not to theyre all like sweet Mistress Malone! Ohone!Oh! theyre all like sweet Mistress Malone! 219 MY WIFE AND CHILD. BY GENERAL HENRY R. JACKSON. This poem, which has often been at-tributed to General Stonewall Jackson,was written by General Henry , a lawyer and diplomat, of Sa-vannah,
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