I
Come all you young gallants that delight in a gun.
Beware of your shooting at the setting of the sun.

II
It happened one evening in a large shower of hail;
when under a bower my love was concealed.

III
Her apron flew around her. I took her as a swan;
and I shot my own darling at the setting of the sun.

IV
And as I approached her and found it was she.
My limbs they grew weary and my eyes couldn’t see…

V
The ring on her finger… Most bitterly I cried:
Oh Molly if you were livin’ you’d have been my fond bride!

VI
Then home to my father like lightning I did run!
Saying: “Father! Dearest father, do you know what I’ve done?”

VII
“Her apron flew around her. I took her as a swan;
and I shot my own darling at the setting of the sun.”

VIII
“Her apron flew around her. I took her as a swan;
and I shot my own darling and where should I run?”

IX
His father in the corner with his hair turnin’ grey:
“Oh my dear Johnny don’t you run away.”

X
“Stay in this country until your trail comes on.
You never shall be hung by the laws of this land.”

XI
On the day of the trail to the judge she appeared:

“As GOD is my witness, young Johnny must go clear!
My apron flew around me. He took me as a swan…
And I know his heart lies bleeding
for his own Molly Bond.”

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