[1st verse:]

Mike O'Toole, on a stool

Sat one Sunday morning fair

Molly O, pure as snow

Happened to be passing there

She smiled and said, "I see you're all alone"

Listen to some blarney Michael brought from home

"Maiden sweet, half my seat

You can have, sweet Molly O

Faith I'm glad that your dad

Wed your mother years ago

They never thought their girl and Mike O'Toole

Would sit and talk upon the same old stool



[chorus:]

Molly O, oh, Molly, I adore you

And I've got the spot, a regular house and lot

There's a great big future, dear, before you

I hate to be talking about myself

But when it comes to being father

I'm as gentle as could be

You don't say no, so now is me time to go

Consider yourself engaged to me

Good morning, Molly



[2nd verse:]

Molly sighed, then she cried

"Don't you think you'd rather stay?"

Michael winked, said, "I think

This will be a lovely day"

They sat for hours on the same old stool

Spooning like the teacher never taught at school

Michael read from his head

Seven chapters of a book

Ev'ry line meant a fine

Irish kiss that Michael took

At three A.M. beneath the smiling moon

The milkman heard him sing the same old tune