Lyrics Molly Bawn - The Dubliners
Oh
come
all
you
young
fellows
That
follows
the
gun
Beware
of
night's
rambling
By
the
setting
of
the
sun
Beware
of
an
accident
As
happened
of
late
It
was
Molly
Bawn
Larry
And
sad
was
her
fate
She'd
been
goin'
to
her
uncle's
When
a
storm
it
came
on
She
drew
under
a
green
bush
The
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
homewards
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
rambling
Do
not
run
away
Stay
in
your
old
country
Till
your
trial
it
comes
on
For
yuo'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
Oh
let
young
Jimmy
run
clear'
'It'd
been
late
of
an
evening
Well
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
glen
Arra
Molly
Bawn
she
lies
dead
Get
all
the
girls
of
this
country
And
stand
them
into
a
row
Molly
Bawn
would
shine
among
them
Like
a
mountain
of
snow
1 Weila Weila
2 Poor Old Dicey Riley
3 Quare Bungle Rye
4 The Inniskillen Dragoons
5 The Partin' Glass
6 A Muirsheen Durkin'
7 Mormon Braes
8 Come and Join the British Army
9 Paddy's Gone to France / Skylark
10 The Piper's Chair / Bill Hart's Jig / The Nights of St. Patrick
11 Cork Hornpipe
12 Flop Eared Mule (Donkey Reel)
13 Whiskey on Sunday
14 Navvy Boots
15 (The Bonny) Shoals of Herring
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