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The
Gentleman Mollier
Oh,
'tis of a gentleman mollier, who mollied late at night,
Some
say he was of noble kin, and others just polite,
Oh,
his nibble was of the finest ilk, and his fork was silver plate,
But
his string was free of knots, and he was never ever late.
(Chorus)
Oh
his mollyin' fork was silver,
And
his string was always clean,
And
the cludges that he mollied,
Were
the finest ever seen.
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Now
that handsome gentleman mollier, he wielded silken string,
He
even mollied, so it's said, the cludges of the King,
He
might have been a Lord or Earl, or maybe just a Count,
Oh,
he never would use the back door, no, he always used the front.
(Chorus)
Oh
his mollyin' fork was silver,
And
his string was always clean,
And
the cludges that he mollied,
Were
the finest ever seen.
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So
come all you bold cludge molliers, come lend to me your ear,
Keep your forks well polished, and your nibbling quite severe,
For if your mollying fails to please, you've only yourself to blame,
Though it doesn't matter too much if you never tell your name.
(Chorus)
Oh
his mollyin' fork was silver,
And
his string was always clean,
And
the cludges that he mollied,
Were
the finest ever seen.
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(Extract
from "Folk Songs of Olde Englande" - J. M. Blunt 1892)
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