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No. 7 - Duet - Molly and Hester - "Oh, I'll greet him soft and low."
| Molly: | Oh, I'll greet him soft and low, Fan the old-time embers. There are scenes from long ago That he still remembers. Fool I was to trust your heart, Handsome, wayward Harry, Only thirteen months apart All too soon to marry. Sigh, low, oh, heigho, Tell me, if you can, sir, How came you to take a "no" For a woman's answer. |
| Both: | Sigh, low, oh, heigho, Tell me, if you can, sir, How came you to take a "no" For a woman's answer. |
| Molly: | False oath, fickle troth! How your ears must tingle, I alone had faith for both, I am staying single. Come! the season's here once more Mistletoe and holly Be my Harry as of yore, I am always Molly. Only thirteen months ago! Back my mem'ry rushes. Was not there a mistletoe, Eyes and lips and blushes, There, there, who shall care? No one guess'd the reason Why my holly-berry cheeks Match'd the festive season. Seek, find! Love is blind; Tell-tale blush confesses. Ladies sometimes change their mind, "Noes" are modest "yesses." |
| Both: | Seek, find! Love is blind; Tell-tale blush confesses. Ladies sometimes change their mind, "Noes" are modest "yesses." |
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Page modified 5 January 2017