The Lass With The Delicate Air

Young Molly, who lived at the foot of the hill

Whose fame every virgin with envy doth fill

Of beauty is blest 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

By a murmuring brook on a green mossy bed

A chaplet composing the fair one was laid

Surprised and transported I could not forbear

With rapture to gaze on her delicate air

On her delicate air

With rapture to gaze on her delicate air

A thousand times o'er I've repeated my suit

But still the tormentor affects to be mute

Then tell me, ye swains, who have conquered the fair

How to win the dear lass with the delicate air

With the delicate air

How to win the dear lass with the delicate air