Giles Scroggins

Giles Scroggins courted Molly Brown, Fol deriddle lol, fol deriddle lido; The fairest wench in all the town, Fol deriddle lol, fol deriddle lido; He bought a ring with posie true, “If you loves I as I loves you, “No knife can cut our love in two.” Fol deriddle lol, fol deriddle lido.

But scissars cut as well as knives, Fol deriddle lol, fol deriddle lido; And quite unsartin’s all our lives, Fol deriddle lol, fol deriddle lido; The day they were to have been wed, Fate’s scissars cut poor Giles’s thread, So they could not be mar-ri-ed. Fol deriddle lol, fol deriddle lido.

Poor Molly laid her down to weep, Fol deriddle lol, fol deriddle lido; And cried herself quite fast asleep, Fol deriddle lol, fol deriddle lido; When, standing all by the bed-post, A figure tall her sight engrossed, And it cried, I beez Giles Scroggins’ Ghost! Fol deriddle lol, fol deriddle lido.

The Ghost it said, all solemnly, Fol deriddle lol, fol deriddle lido; O Molly, you must go with I! Fol deriddle lol, fol deriddle lido; All to the grave, your love to cool.— She says, I am not dead, you fool!— Says the Ghost, says he, Vy that’s no rule. Fol deriddle lol, fol deriddle lido.

The Ghost he seized her, all so grim, Fol deriddle lol, fol deriddle lido; All for to go along with him; Fol deriddle lol, fol deriddle lido. “Come, come, said he, ere morning beam.”— “I vont!” said she, and she screamed a scream— Then she woke and found she dreamed a dream. Fol deriddle lol, fol deriddle lido.

And again,—

With rapid round the Baron bent; He sighed a sigh, he prayed a prayer; The prayer was to his patron Saint, The sigh was to his lady fair.