Here is Phoebe's version from Voice of the People Series CD3, Track 17.

As I went a shooting to(till) a shower came on
With her apron bound around her, taking her for a swan,
And it's through my sad misfortune I shot my own Molly Vaughan.

Molly Vaughan, dear, I love you. You were my own heart's delight
And it's if you were alive, I would of wed you this night.

It were home to his uncle like lightning did flew
'Dearest Uncle, dearest Uncle, for it's what shall I do?
It is through my sad misfortune, I shot my own Molly Vaughan.'

'Stay in your own native country and don't run away,
For I am sure you will be righted by the laws of this land.'

There were judges and jury, and there's no one could see.
And the vicelord like thunder saying 'Hanging must be,'
And she appeared all there among them like a fountain of snow.

There were judges and jury saying, 'Hanging must be.'
She said, 'Don't you hang my true love, for my true love loved me.'