The World’s Wit and Humor: An Encyclopedia in 15 Volumes. 1906.
Charles Lever (18061872)Widow Malone
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Who lived in the town of Athlone, ohone?
Oh! she melted the hearts of the swains in them parts,
So lovely the Widow Malone, ohone!
So lovely the Widow Malone.
And fortunes they all had galore, in store;
From the minister down to the clerk of the crown,
All were courting the Widow Malone, ohone!
All were courting the Widow Malone.
That no one could see her alone, ohone!
Let them ogle and sigh, they could ne’er catch her eye,
So bashful the Widow Malone, ohone!
So bashful the Widow Malone.
It’s little for blushing they care down there,
Put his arm round her waist—gave ten kisses at laste—
“Oh,” says he, “you’re my Molly Malone, my own!
Oh,” says he, “you’re my Molly Malone.”
Ne’er thought of a simper or sigh, for why?
“But, Lucius,” says she, “since you’ve now made so free,
You may marry your Mary Malone, ohone!
You may marry your Mary Malone.”