| Come all you young fathers that handle a gun
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| Beware of night-rambling by the setting of the sun
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| And beware of an accident that happened of late
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| To young Molly Bawn, and sad was her fate
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| She was going to her uncle’s, when a shower came on
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| She went under a green bush, the shower to shun
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| With her white apron 'round her, he took her for a swan
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| And he shot her and killed her by the setting of the sun
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| He ran to his father, with his gun in his hand
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| Crying, «Father, dear Father, I have shot Molly Bawn!
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| I have shot that fair damsel, I have taken the life
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| Of the one I intended to take as my wife.»
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| «She was going to her uncle’s, when a shower came on
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| She went under a green bush, the shower to shun
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| With her white apron 'round her, I took her for a swan
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| And I shot her and killed her by the setting of the sun.»
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| Oh, Jimmy, dear Jimmy, do not run away
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| Do not leave your own country till your trial day
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| Do not leave your own country till your trial come on
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| For they never will hang you for the loss of that swan
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| The night before Molly’s funeral, her ghost did appear
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| Crying, «Uncle, dear Uncle, let Jimmy go clear
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| I was going to my uncle’s when a shower came on
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| I went under a green bush, the shower to shun
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| With my white apron 'round me, he took me for a swan
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| Won’t you tell him he’s forgiven, by his own Molly Bawn?» |