"Molly Astore" by George Ogle to Maryann Moore

This is a poem written to Maryann Moore by George Ogle. He proposed to Maryann however, she knocked back his offer. Later George married Maryann's sister Elizabeth and Maryann married her cousin John. This couple named their son after George Ogle who had no children of his own.

Molly Astore

As down by Banna’s banks I strayed,

One evening in May,

The little birds in blithest notes,

Made vocal every spray;

They sung their little tales of love, 

They sung them o’er and o’er. 

An grá-ma-cree, ma colleen óge,

My Molly astore.

I laid me down upon a bank,

Bewailing my sad fate,

That doomed me thus the slave of love,

And cruel Molly’s hate;

How can she break the honest heart

That wears her in its core?

An grá-ma-cree, ma colleen óge,

My Molly astore.

You said you loved me, Molly dear!

Ah! why did I believe?

Yet who could think such tender words

Were meant but to deceive?

That love was all I asked on earth—

Nay, Heaven could give no more.

An grá-ma-cree, ma colleen óge,

My Molly astore.

Then fare thee well, my Molly dear!

Thy loss I e’er shall moan,

Whilst life remains in this fond heart,

‘Twill beat for thee alone;

Though thou art false, my Heaven on thee

Its choicest blessings pour.

An grá-ma-cree, ma colleen óge,

My Molly astore.