Come all ye young fellows
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 Bán
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 a sigh

T'was his own Molly Bán

He quickly ran to her

And found she was dead
And there on her bosom
Many salt tears he shed


He ran home to his father
With his gun in his hand

Saying "Father dear father
I have shot Molly Bán"


Her white apron wrapped around her
He took her for a swan
But a hush and a sigh

T'was his own Molly Bán

He roamed near the place

Where his true love she 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 ol' sky