Oldal 1 [1]
A Favourite Song
CALLED
MOLLY BAWR
A story. a rad story to you I'll relate
Of a your g female whose fortune was great
‘She walked out one evening ste walked all alone _
And the, siepped under a bower a shower to shun.
‘Young Jemmy being coming with a gun‘in his band
. He was fewling all day, tintill the evening came on
.. Her epron being about Her, hetook her for a swan
But alas! to his grief, it was bis own Melly Bawp. .
‘Come ail young ‘erces, that hardle the gun
Beware of late shooting when evening comeson
ifer apron being about her, le tock her for a swan
- And alas‘ to his-grief, itwas his own Molly Bawe. |
“When he care near her end fonnd it was not she 7
His limbs they grew feeble «nd his eyes could not see 3
: He took her in his arms ard fcund che ves dead ;
Ard a fountain cftears from bis eyes down'he shed >
“Youvy Jemmy wert heme with híg gun in his hand
“Sick and broken-hearted ag you may vrderstand
‘Saying father dear father,if you knew what I have dose
Oh, I chot Melly Bawn by the setting cf the sun
“Then bespoke bis futher though h*s'Iccks were grey
Saying con; dearest son; do net go away
Stop in this country until your mialeemeson .
And you never will die by the laws cf the land
Two or three nights after to her vnéleshe oid apprar
Saying uncle, dearest tncle. let my 'rue-love come fri
‘For my aprombeing about me he tock me fcr aswan ©
But alas’ to-my grief, it was his own (folly Bawn. —;
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Molly my jewel, my joy and délight e.
if sót had but lived ‘would make you'my bride as
“You were theflow’ref this country, the prideoftlema
And I chertly-will fellow my own Moly Bawa.
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