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At Cork lived Miss Molly O'Rigge, / With a nose like the snout of a pig, / Long carroty locks, / And ten pounds in the stocks, / Was the fortune of Molly O'Rigge, / What a beautiful Molly O'Rigge.
Tom Treacle lov'd Moll O'Rigge, / A pert little tea-dealing prig, / Says he, Molly my dove, / My heart is brim full of love. / Says she, Grocer, I don't care a fig, / What a hard hearted Molly O'Rigge.