Molly Bloom from Wild Flora by Bart Moore

Molly Bloom’s in Dublin/Flowers all purple & red
Grey hours of the morning time/she lies inside her bed
Poor old Leopold walks the streets/chaos in his head
“Blazes” Boylan coming on with a porter in her bed
Lusty young & merciless/That was Molly Bloom
Words cascade in waterfalls/in the darkness of her room
Ribald & she’s randy/while her old man walks the town
Waiting on her dandy
Poor old Leopold can’t come back/tough day for the coprophiliac

CHORUS
Molly Bloom Molly Bloom
Pleasuring & Pliable/Perversely unreliable
Molly Bloom Molly Bloom
Why did you cheat on your poor old man on the 16th day of June?

Quiet and coquettish/that was Molly Bloom
She be no Penelope/in the late Spring afternoon
Me oh my miss Molly/sharp & in your face
Played men & was played by men/while she ran in the human race

Unbridled (yet she’s bridled)/that was Molly Bloom
Sang while Dedalus cried with guilt/when his mother met her doom
Leopold down in Kiernan’s Pub/Whisky spins the room
Love springs like a bird in a flame/on a golden day in June
“Blazes” Boylan gonna be there soon

CHORUS
Molly Bloom Molly Bloom
Pleasuring & Pliable/Perversely unreliable
Molly Bloom Molly Bloom
Why did you cheat on your poor old man on the 16th day of June?

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