James Joyce
Man dear did you never hear of buxom Molly Bloom at all
As plump as an Irish beauty sir as any Levi-Blumenthal
If she sat in the viceregal box Tim Healy'd have no room at all
But curl up in a corner at a glance from her eye
The tales of her ups and downs would easy fill a handy book
That would cover the two worlds at once from Gibralter 'cross to Sandy Hook
But now that tale is told ochone I've lost me daring dandy look
Since Molly Bloom has left me here alone for to cry
Man do I remember when my roving time was troubling me
We picnicked fine in storm or shine in France and Spain and Hungary
And she said I'd be her first and last while the wine I poured went bubbling free
Now every male you meet with has a finger in her pie
Man dear I remember with all the heart and brain of me
I arrayed for her the bridal bot oh she proved the bane of me
With more puppies sniffing 'round her than the wooers of Penelope
She's left me on her doorstep like a dog for to die
My left is awash and his neighbour full of water man
I cannot see the lass I limned as Ireland's gamest daughter man
When I hear her lovers tumbling in their thousands for to court her man
If I was sure I'd not be seen I'd sit down and cry
May you live, may you love like this gaily spinning earth of ours
And every morn a gallant sun awake you with new wealth of gold
But if I cling like a child to the clouds that are your petticoats
O Molly, handsome Molly sure you won't let me die
