Molly Bawn - Alasdair Roberts

Come all you young fathers that handle a gun

Beware of night-rambling by the setting of the sun

And beware of an accident that happened of late

To young Molly Bawn, and sad was her fate

She was going to her uncle’s, when a shower came on

She went under a green bush, the shower to shun

With her white apron 'round her, he took her for a swan

And he shot her and killed her by the setting of the sun

He ran to his father, with his gun in his hand

Crying, «Father, dear Father, I have shot Molly Bawn!

I have shot that fair damsel, I have taken the life

Of the one I intended to take as my wife.»

«She was going to her uncle’s, when a shower came on

She went under a green bush, the shower to shun

With her white apron 'round her, I took her for a swan

And I shot her and killed her by the setting of the sun.»

Oh, Jimmy, dear Jimmy, do not run away

Do not leave your own country till your trial day

Do not leave your own country till your trial come on

For they never will hang you for the loss of that swan

The night before Molly’s funeral, her ghost did appear

Crying, «Uncle, dear Uncle, let Jimmy go clear

I was going to my uncle’s when a shower came on

I went under a green bush, the shower to shun

With my white apron 'round me, he took me for a swan

Won’t you tell him he’s forgiven, by his own Molly Bawn?»