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
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Molly Ban
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| Alison Krauss |
