Hi,

This the last unique broadside at Bodleian -Slip 2806 c.18(209) with Miss Patty Puff and her two Sweethearts (no date given). As I remember Steve probably knows Haly the printer in Cork was old and I'd date this circa 1834 if my memory serves me right. The issue is that this is probably the ballad A TRUE STORY- CALLED MOLLY BAWN posted above used this broadside as a basis for elaboration- which clearly Ralph Varian also of Cork did.

Molly Bawn

A story, a story, to you I will relate,
Of a young female, whose fortune is great;
She walked out one evening, she walked all alone,
And she stopped under a bower a shower to shun.

Young Jemmy being coming with a gun in his hand,
He was fowling all day, untill teh evening came on
Her apron being about her, he took her for a swan,
But alas, to his grief, it was his own Molly Bawn.

Come all young heroes, that handle the gun,
Beware of late shooting, when evening comes on 

Her apron was about her, he took her for a swan;
But, alas, for my grief, it was fair Molly Bawn!

When he came near her, and found it was she
His limbs they grew feeble, his eyes could not see;
He took her in his arms, and found she was dead,
And a fountain of tears from his eyes down he shed.

Young Jemmy went home, with his gun in his hand,
Sick and broken-hearted, as you may understand;
Saying, father, dear Father, if you knew what I've done
Oh I shot Molly Bawn by setting of the sun.

Then bespoke his father tho his locks they were grey,
Saying, son, dearest son do not go away,
Stop in this country, till your trial comes on,
And you never will die by the law of the land.

Two or three nights after to her ucle she did appear,
Saying uncle, dearest uncl[e], my truelove come clear
My apron being about me, he took me for a swan;
But alas, for my grief, it was fair Molly Bawn.

Molly my jewel, my joy and delight,
If you had but lived , I would make you my bride;
You were my flower of this country, the pride of them all,
And I shortly will follow my own Molly Bawn.

Haly, Printer, Hanover Street, Cork.

Richie