As in the field he sat

Young Molly dark hair opened up a seam

into the valley where the men had been

cost nothing, she said

for quick was all it was

and a silly ransom

she had to have because.

Truth be told she minded

not so much for all that

but because she loved him

as in the field he sat

so today she loved him

and was to all for care

tomorrow she would hate him

and all for playing fair

Young Molly dark hair was now a woman grown

she had seen this foundling

suddenly not there

hanging on her doorstep

letting hatred roam

Truth be told she wanted

to be left alone

otherwise she'd cry false

as hate was always there

for the times she'd been home

with others to compare

Now she always thought of

him planted in between

others that she'd since known

and loved without a care

Old Molly grey hair was forever thinking

of the past born tattered

who had the will and shrinking

as the memory scattered

the truth had now since long gone

from the field where he touched hers

to the pasture of her heart

when she'd put it there

She knew she wished to be, to start

but how he grew to hate her

was all that she could see

he was better on his own now

bitter with regret, but free

she saw him as he left her

their faces lying wet.

She still always wanted him

Forever in her debt

Now Molly dead one

could no more regret

When she lost control of

the stage of him she'd set

for all she tried to change him

and this important weal

she could no more be content with

feelings she could steal

she was not important

to his final aim

She was only someone who

with feelings played a game.