| Oh come all ye late fellows that follows the gun
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| Beware of night ramblin' by the setting of the sun
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| Beware of an accident as happened of late
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| It was Molly Bawn Leary and sad was her fate
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| She’d been gone to her uncle’s when a storm it came on
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| She drew under a green bush the shower for to shun
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| With her white apron wrapped around her he took her for
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| A swan
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| Took aim and alas it was his own Molly Bawn
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| Oh young Jimmy ran homeward with his gun and his dog
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| Sayin' uncle, oh uncle, I have shot Molly Bawn
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| I have killed that fair female, the joy of my life
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| For I’d always intended that she would be my wife
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| Oh young Jimmy Ranlon, do not run away
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| Stay in your own country till your trial it comes on
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| For you’ll never be convicted of the shootin' of a
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| Swan
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| Well the night before Molly’s funeral her ghost it did
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| Appear
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| Saying uncle, dearest uncle, let young Jimmy run clear
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| It being late of an evening when he took me for a swan
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| Took aim and alas he killed his own Molly Bawn
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| Now all the girls of this country they seem to be glad
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| Since the flower of Glen Ardagh, Molly Bawn she lies
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| Dead
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| Get all girls of this country, stand them into a row
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| Molly Bawn would shine above them like a fountain of
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| Snow |