Molly Bond Lyrics

Come all you young gallants that delight in a gun Beware of your shooting at the setting of the sun It happened one evening in a large shower of hail When under a bower my love was concealed He apron flew around her, I took her as a swan And I shot my own darling at the setting of the sun As I walked up to her and found it was she My limbs they grew weary and my eyes couldn't see The ring on her finger, most bitterly I cried O Molly, if you were living, you'd've been my fond bride Home to my father like lightning I did run Saying Father, dearest father, do you know what I've done? Her apron flew around her, I took her as a swan And I shot my own darling at the setting of the sun Her apron flew around her, I took her as a swan And I shot my own darling, and where shall I run? His father in the corner with his hair turning grey O my dear Jimmy, don't you run away Stay in this country until the trial comes on You never shall be hung by the laws of this land The day of the trial to the judge she appeared As God is my witness young Jimmy 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