Thank you for visiting my blog, which I started as a way to enhance an upcoming 50th birthday trip to the home of most of my ancestors. This blog will contain musings about all things Irish, as well as travel tips, book and movie reviews, restaurant and lodging reviews, and a rolling count of how many pints of Guinness we consume on the trip. Hope you enjoy traveling with us!
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. /
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Out of Irish sadness was born their sense of humor and love of music.....
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