O Mollie, I Would I Possessed Such A Heart; It Enchants Me So Gentle And True; I Would I Possessed All Its Magical Art, Then, Mollie, I Would Enchant You. Those Dear, Rosy Lips Tho' I Never Caressed Them(?) Are As Sweet As The Wild Honey-Dew; Your Cheeks All The Angels In Heaven Have Blessed Them, But Not One Is As Lovely As You. Then Give Me That Heart, O That Innocent Heart! For Mine Own Is Cold And Perdu; It Enchants Me, But Give Me Its Magical Art, Then, Mollie, I Will Enchant You.