Molly dear, I cannot linger; 
Let me soon begone. 
Time now points with warning finger 
T'wards the coming dawn. 

When the noisy weary day 
Shall have toiled its cares away, 
to thy side again I'll stray; 
Then Molly dear, good night! 

Smile away the coming morrow 
Till my sure return; 
Why should fond hearts part in sorrow? 
Grief too soon we learn. 

Hours of bliss must come and go, 
Constant pleasures none can know, 
Joy must have its ebb and flow; 
Then Molly dear, good night! 

On they form, with beauty laden, 
All my thoughts will be; 
Purer love ne'er blessed a maiden 
Than I hold for thee; 

While thine eyes in beauty glance, 
While thy smiles my should entrance, 
Still the fleeting hours advance; 
Then Molly dear, good night!