Molly Bawn

Oh come all ye late fellows that follows the gunBeware of night ramblin' by the setting of the sun.Beware of an accident as happened of lateIt was Molly Bawn Leary and sad was her fate.She'd been gone to her uncle's when a storm it came onShe drew under a green bush the shower for to shun.With her white apron wrapped around her he took her forA swanTook aim and alas it was his own Molly Bawn.Oh young Jimmy ran homeward with his gun and his dogSayin' uncle, oh uncle, I have shot Molly Bawn.I have killed that fair female, the joy of my lifeFor I'd always intended that she would be my wife.Oh young Jimmy Ranlon, do not run awayStay in your own country till your trial it comes on.For you'll never be convicted of the shootin' of aSwan.Well the night before Molly's funeral her ghost it didAppearSaying uncle, dearest uncle, let young Jimmy run clear.It being late of an evening when he took me for a swanTook aim and alas he killed his own Molly Bawn.Now all the girls of this country they seem to be gladSince the flower of Glen Ardagh, Molly Bawn she liesDead.Get all girls of this country, stand them into a rowMolly Bawn would shine above them like a fountain ofSnow.