| There was a fair young lady so lately I’ve been told
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| She lived with her uncle, the cause of all her woes;
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| Her uncle had a ploughboy, which Mollie liked quite well
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| And in her uncle’s garden their tender love did tell
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| So early one morning this old man he arose
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| And at Mollie’s room door he hastened on his clothes
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| Saying, «Arise you handsome female, and married you shall be
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| For the squire is a-waiting on the banks of sweet Dundee
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| «A fig to all your squires, to lord and Jews likewise
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| For William 'pears like diamonds a-glittering in my eyes.»
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| «You never shall have Willie, nor happy shall you be
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| For I mean to banish Willie from the banks of sweet Dundee.»
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| The first crowd came on Willie when he was all alone
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| He fought full hard for his liberty, but there were eight to one;
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| «Pray kill me now,» says Willie, «Pray kill me now,» says he
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| «For I’d rather die for Mollie on the banks of sweet Dundee.»
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| As Mollie was walking, lamenting for her love
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| She meets the wealthy squire, all in her uncle’s grove
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| «Stand off, stand off!» |
| says Mollie, «Stand off, you man,» says she
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| «For I’d rather die for Willie on the banks of sweet Dundee.»
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| He threw his arms around her and crushed her to the ground
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| There she spied two pistols and a sword beneath his morning-gown;
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| The pistols she slipped slyly, and the sword she used free
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| She shot and killed the squire on the banks of sweet Dundee
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| Her uncle overheard them, come hastening to the grove
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| Saying, «You've killed the wealthy squire, prepare for your death-blow,»
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| «Stand off, stand off!» |
| says Mollie, «Stand off, you man, says she,»
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| So the trigger drew and her uncle slew on the banks of sweet Dundee
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| The doctor being sent for, he knew that they were killed
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| Also there came a lawyer to write the old man’s will
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| He willed his gold to Mollie, because she fought so free
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| Then closed his eyes to write no more on the banks of sweet Dundee |