Ottawa Valley Dance & The Chieftains

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Lyrics to Molly Bán

http://youtu.be/xOpY0wQdJ5w "Molly Bán (Bawn)" 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 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 / 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 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 was slain / He wept bitter tears / But his cries were in vain / As he looked on the lake / A swan glided by / And the sun slowly sank / In the gray of sky. /

1 comment:

  1. Out of Irish sadness was born their sense of humor and love of music.....

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