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 Ban   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 sigh    Was his own Molly Ban.      He quickly ran to her   And found she was dead   And there on her bosom    Where he soaked, tears he shed.      He ran home to his father   With his gun in his hand   Saying "Father dear father   I have shot Molly Ban."      Her white apron wrapped around her   He took her for a swan   But a hush and a sigh   'Twas his own Molly Ban.      He roamed near the place   Where his true love was slain   He wept bitter tears   But his cries were in vain.      As he look on the lake   A swan glided by   And the sun slowly sank   In the gray up sky...