Mollie Charane and Other Ballads

“O, Mollie Charane, where got you your gold?”

   Lone, lone you have left me here.

“O not in the curragh, deep under the mould.”

   Lone, lone, and void of cheer.

“O, Mollie Charane, where got you your stock?”

   Lone, lone you have left me here.

“O not in the curragh from under a block.”

   Lone, lone, and void of cheer.

“O, Mollie Charane, where got you your goods?”

   Lone, lone you have left me here.

“O not in the curragh from under two sods.”

   Lone, lone, and void of cheer.

Two pair of stockings, and one pair of shoes—

   Lone, lone you have left me here—

For twenty-six years old Mollie did use.

   Lone, lone, and void of cheer.

His stockings were white, but his sandals, alack!—

   Lone, lone you have left me here—

Were not of one colour, one white, t’other black.

   Lone, lone, and void of cheer.

One sandal was white and t’other dark brown—

   Lone, lone you have left me here;—

But he’d two of one colour for kirk and for town.

   Lone, lone, and void of cheer.

“O, father, I really can’t walk by your side”—

   Lone, lone you have left me here—

“If you go to the church in those sandals of hide.”

   Lone, lone, and void of cheer.