Trottin' To The Fair Lyrics
Trottin' To The Fair - Kenneth McKellar
Trotting to the fair
Me and molly molony
Seated I declare
On a single pony
How am I to know
That molly's safe behind
With our heads in oh
That awkward awkward way inclined
By her gentle breathing
Whispered past my ear
And her white arms wreathing
Warm around me here
Thus on dobbin's back
I discoursed the darling
Till upon our track
Leaped a mongrel snarling
Ah says moll I'm frightened
Frightened that the Pony will start
And her pretty hands she tightened
Round my happy heart
Till I axed her may I
Steal a kiss or so
And my molly's grey eye
Didn't answer no