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Poem
April 14, 1877
The Donaldsonville Chief
Donaldsonville, Gonzales, Ascension County, Louisiana
What is this article about?
An Irish song narrating a young man's playful binding and kissing of sleeping Molly with daisies, her initial rejection, Love's intervention renewing the flowers into an enchanting chain, and her eventual surrender into his arms.
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AN IRISH SONG.
When first I saw young Molly
Stritched beneath the holly,
Fast asleep, foreninst her sheep, wan dreamy
summer's day.
Wid daisies laughin' round her
Hand and foot I bound her
Then kissed her on her bloomin' cheek, and
softly stole away.
But as, wid blushes burnin',
Tiptoe I was turnin',
From sleep she starts and on me darts a
dreadful lightnin' ray,
My foolish flowery fetters
Scornfully she scatters.
And like a winter sunbeam she coldly sweeps
away.
But Love, young Love, come stoopin
O'er my daisies droopin'.
And, oh! each flower, wid fairy power, the
rosy boy renews;
Then twines each charmin' cluster
In links of starry luster,
And wid the chain enchanting my colleen
proud pursues.
And soon I met young Molly,
Musin' melancholy.
Wid downcast eyes and starin' sighs, along
the meadow bank:
And oh! her swellin' bosom
Was wreathed with daisy blossoms,
Like stars in summer heaven, as in my arms
she sank.
-London Spectator
When first I saw young Molly
Stritched beneath the holly,
Fast asleep, foreninst her sheep, wan dreamy
summer's day.
Wid daisies laughin' round her
Hand and foot I bound her
Then kissed her on her bloomin' cheek, and
softly stole away.
But as, wid blushes burnin',
Tiptoe I was turnin',
From sleep she starts and on me darts a
dreadful lightnin' ray,
My foolish flowery fetters
Scornfully she scatters.
And like a winter sunbeam she coldly sweeps
away.
But Love, young Love, come stoopin
O'er my daisies droopin'.
And, oh! each flower, wid fairy power, the
rosy boy renews;
Then twines each charmin' cluster
In links of starry luster,
And wid the chain enchanting my colleen
proud pursues.
And soon I met young Molly,
Musin' melancholy.
Wid downcast eyes and starin' sighs, along
the meadow bank:
And oh! her swellin' bosom
Was wreathed with daisy blossoms,
Like stars in summer heaven, as in my arms
she sank.
-London Spectator
What sub-type of article is it?
Song
What themes does it cover?
Love Courtship
What keywords are associated?
Irish Song
Molly
Daisies
Love Pursuit
Romantic Rejection
What entities or persons were involved?
London Spectator
Poem Details
Title
An Irish Song.
Author
London Spectator
Key Lines
When First I Saw Young Molly
Stritched Beneath The Holly,
Fast Asleep, Foreninst Her Sheep, Wan Dreamy
Summer's Day.
And Oh! Her Swellin' Bosom
Was Wreathed With Daisy Blossoms,
Like Stars In Summer Heaven, As In My Arms
She Sank.