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 that

but because she loved him

as in the field he sat

so today she loved him

and for all the care

tomorrow she would hate him

so for playing fair

Young Molly dark hair now a woman grown

seen this bloody foundling suddenly not there

hanging on her doorstep

letting hatred roam

Truth be told she wanted

be left without a care

otherwise her hurt shown

as hate was always seen

for the times she'd been home

with others to compare

Now she always thought of

in the field they'd been

lives and loves and distance

the feelings in between

Old Molly grey hair was forever thinking

keeping all the lovers not alive but blinking

simplicity had long gone

fooling memory fetters

keeping to the war's field

and for all his letters

thought had singly stored love

all she wished to know

but for how it raised up

she could see below

he had better hate her

bitter with regret

then she saw him later

face now lying wet.

Now Molly's dead soul could no more regret

After all the intrigue in the stage she'd set

for as she tried to change him

could no more this feel

she'd been more content with

feelings she could steal

she was not important

to his final aim

She was only someone who

with feelings played a game.