MOLLY BAWN (POLLY VAUGHN)



Come all ye brave heroes who handle a gun

Beware of night ramblin' by the setting of the sun.



And be aware 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 'neath a green bush the shower to shun.



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

It's a sob and a sigh it was Oh! Oh! Molly Bawn.



He quickly ran to her and saw that she was dead

And it's many's a salt tear on her bosom he shed



He went home to his father with his gun in his hand

Crying father, dear father, I have shot Molly Bawn.

I have shot that young colleen I have taken the life

Of the one I intended to take for my wife.



Oh Johnny, young Johnny, do not run away

Don't you leave your own country till your trial day.



Don't you leave your own country till your trial comes on

For you'll never be convicted for the loss of a swan.



The night before Molly's funeral her ghost it did appear

Saying mother, dear mother, young Johnny he's clear.



I was going to my uncle when a shower came on

But tell him he's forgiven by his own Molly Bawn.



The girls in this country they are all very glad

Since the pride of Glen Allen, Molly Bawn is now dead.



The girls in this country stand them all in a row

Molly Bawn would shine above them like a mountain of snow.

From the singing of Norman Kennedy

@love @murder @ghost @bird

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