Lyrics

Young molly who lived at the foot of the hill Who's fame every virgin with envy doth feel Her beauty is blessed with so ample a share Men call her the lass with the delicate air With the delicate air Men call her the lass with the delicate air
Writer(s): Hy Zaret, Louis C. Singer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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