Molly, the fairest of them all! I brought her over from Dublin, and we were wed. Beautiful beyond words, she possessed a Tomboy's bravery.
We settled in a small town, and took long walks in the countryside. One day my enemy Jeff Tweed confronted us and waved a knife. "You're gonna die, Pete O'Leary," he mouthed, and lunged at me.
"You'll not harm my lad," said Molly, dashing in front of me and taking the knife in her chest. I gave Tweed a sound beating, then called the sheriff.
How I miss you, Molly! The bravest beauty that every was!
We settled in a small town, and took long walks in the countryside. One day my enemy Jeff Tweed confronted us and waved a knife. "You're gonna die, Pete O'Leary," he mouthed, and lunged at me.
"You'll not harm my lad," said Molly, dashing in front of me and taking the knife in her chest. I gave Tweed a sound beating, then called the sheriff.
How I miss you, Molly! The bravest beauty that every was!
