Classic Poem

My thoughts are of thee Love though thou thinkst not of me
Yet dearly I love thee sweet Molly Magee
To day i' the morning twas nine o' the clock
Thy arm went behind thee to button thy frock
& in pulling it back wi' sich sweetness & ease
My heart broke in two love as short as you please
So now Im a cripple as well you may see
& all through the beauty of Molly Magee

Tother day she stooped natty to tye up her shoe
It wanted five minutes of a quarter to two
& lauk sich a foot & a ancle war there
I lost both my eyes as I turned me to stare
They left me as blind as an owl before day
& stone heaps & blunders are all in the way
I maun be a blind man & believe I cant see
& its all for the beauty of Molly Magee

She tyed up her shoe string she buttoned her frock
& my heart was shut up like the bolt i' the lock
Like the bolt i' the lock like the chit i' the pea
Sich power had the beauty o' Molly Magee
Her back war so white & her leg war so round
The sight o't war worth half the coin in a pound
But bother the sight it has stolen my e'e
I'm blind wi' the beauty o' Molly Magee

I tumble oer stone heaps & miss the high way
& am lost i the dark i the middle o day
If ain opes his mouth I'm as deaf as a tree
They a' seem as taulkin' o' Molly Magee
If they mutter agen her & I knew it not
My heart leaves my breast like a bird that is shot
I shall ne'er mak' an ould man I plain enough see
I'm kilt through the beauty of Molly Magee