Lyrics
Oh come all ye late fowlers that follows the gun
Beware of nights rambling by the setting of the sun
Beware of an accident as happened of late
It was Molly Bawn Leary and sad was her fate
She'd been gone to her uncle's when a storm it came on
She drew under a green bush, a shower for to shun
With her white apron wrapped around her, he took her for a swan
Took aim and alas, it was his own Molly Bawn
Oh young Jimmy ran homeward with his gun and his dog
Saying "Uncle, oh uncle, I have shot Molly Bawn
I have killed that fair female, the joy of my life
For I'd always intended that she would be my wife"
Oh young Jimmy Randalan, do not run away
Stay in your own country till your trial it comes on
For you'll never be convicted for the shooting of a swan
Well the night before Molly's funeral her ghost it did appear
Saying "Uncle, dearest uncle, let young Jimmy run clear
It's been late of an evening while he took me for a swan
Took aim and alas, he killed his own Molly Bawn"
Now all the girls of this country, they seem to be glad
Now the flower of Glenara, Molly Bawn she lies dead
Get all the girls of this country and stand them into a row
Molly Bawn will shine among them like a fountain of snow
