Oh, I ’m not myself at all,
    Molly dear, Molly dear!
I ’m not myself at all.
  Nothing caring, nothing knowing,
  ’T is after you I ’m going,
  Faith, your shadow ’t is I ’m growing,
    Molly dear, Molly dear!
And I ’m not myself at all.
  Th’ other day I went confessin’,
  And I asked the father’s blessin’,
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