A poem by Richard Hunter

Mollie's frock is crimson,
Her petticoat's of lace;
Mollie's hair is golden,
And curls about her face.

Mollie's friends are many,
She's off to visit one;
Mollie takes her sunshade,
To keep away the sun.

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