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MOLLY BAWN Jimmy went out fowling with his gun in his hand Fowling all day, as you may understand. His sweetheart being out walking, he took her for a swan And he shot his Molly Bawn at the setting of the sun. Jimmy went home with his gun in his hand Sad and broken-hearted, as you may understand. Saying," Father, dearest father, you know what I have done? I have shot my Molly Bawn at the setting of the sun, Then up and spoke his father, although his locks were grey, Saying," Son, dearest son, do you not think of going away. Stay in this country until your trial is on, And you never will be hanged for the shooting of a swan." Molly, dearest Molly, you're my joy and heart's delight, And if you had lived, my dear, I'd make you my bride. But now, as you are gone to me, I'll sail away and mourn And soon I will be following you, My own Molly Bawn. It was in three weeks after, to her father she appeared. Saying, "Father, dearest father, don't think to shoot my dear My white apron being around me, he took me for a swan And he shot his Molly Bawn at the setting of the sun, From the singing of Elizabeth Cronin @murder filename[ POLLYVO2 TUNE FILE: POLLYVO2 CLICK TO PLAY RG |
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