Yet another "Sweet Molly Malone" song, from The Metropolitan Magazine, Vol XXXVI, London: Saunders and Otley, 1843.

IRISH SONG.
^^ BY THE GLANCE OF THOSE EYES.
Composed for Whitaker's beautiful air, "Molly Malone."
BY MRS. CRAWFORD.

1. BY the glance of those eyes,
That so dearly I prize,
'Tis for thee my heart sighs,
  My own darling Coleen,
While my thoughts wander free
Over mountain and sea;
All my soul is with thee,
  As it ever has been,

CHORUS: In the beautiful vale
Down by sweet Doneraile,
When I breath'd the soft tale
  That you linger'd to hear;
Nor absence had blighted,
Nor coldness had slighted
The vows we then plighted,
  My own Molly dear.
    Sweet Molly! sweet Molly Malone!

2. Oh! I think of the time,
In our love's early prime,
When I heard the bell chime
  From the old castle wall,
And we hasten'd to meet
By that river so sweet;
How my fond heart would beat,
  As you answer'd my call!

3. When I meet thee by chance,
At the fair or the dance,
Why so shy is thy glance,
  My own darling Coleen;
Must I still sigh in vain,
Wilt thou never again
List thy Carolan's strain
  For the days that have been