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Come all ye young fellas |
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That handle a gun |
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Beware of night rambling |
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By the setting of the sun |
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And beware of an accident |
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That happened of late |
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To young Molly Ban |
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And sad was her fate |
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She was going to her uncles |
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When a shower came on |
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She went under a green bush |
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The shower to shun |
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Her white apron wrapped around her |
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He took her for a swan |
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But a hush and sigh |
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Was his own Molly Ban |
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He quickly ran to her |
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And found she was dead |
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And there on her bosom |
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Where he soaked, tears he shed |
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He ran home to his father |
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With his gun in his hand |
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Saying \"Father dear father |
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I have shot Molly Ban\" |
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Her white apron wrapped around her |
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He took her for a swan |
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But a hush and a sigh |
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'Twas his own Molly Ban |
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He roamed near the place |
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Where his true love was slain |
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He wept bitter tears |
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But his cries were in vain |
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As he look on the lake |
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A swan glided by |
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And the sun slowly sank |
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In the gray up sky |
