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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. —; : 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. 2. Haly, Printer, Cork — : re Trinity College Library Dublin
