Trottin' to the fair

Trottin' to the fair

Me and Moll Molony,

Seated, I declare

On a single pony.

How am I to know that

Molly's safe behind,

With our heads in oh, that

Awkw'rd way inclined?

By her gentle breathin'

Whisper'd past my ear,

And her white arms wreathin'

Warm around me here.

Thus on Dobbin's back

I discoursed the darling,

Till upon our track

Leaped a mongrel snarling.

"Ah!" says Moll, "I'm frightened

That the pony'll start!"

And her pretty hands she tightened

Round my happy heart;

Till I axed her "May I

Steal a kiss or so?"

And my Molly's grey eye

Didn't answer no.