Molly Ban - Gregorian

Come all ye young fellas

That handle a gun

Beware of night rambling

By the setting of the sun

And beware of an accident

That happened of late

To young Molly Bán

And sad was her fate

She was going to her uncles

When a shower came on

She went under a green bush

The shower to shun

Her white apron wrapped around her

He took her for a swan

But a hush and a sigh

'Twas his own Molly Bán

He quickly ran to her

And found she was dead

And there on her bosom

Many salt-tears he shed

He ran home to his father

With his gun in his hand

Saying «Father dear father

I have shot Molly Bán»

Her white apron wrapped around her

He took her for a swan

But a hush and a sigh

'Twas his own Molly Bán

He roamed near the place

Where his true love was slain

He wept bitter tears

But his cries were in vain

As he looked on the lake

A swan glided by

And the sun slowly sank

In the gray of sky