Irish Song Lyrics 
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Molly Bawn 
Come all you young fowlers who carries a gun Don't ever go a-shooting by the setting of the sun I was once a brave young fowler, as you may understand And I shot my own true love, I took her for a fawn. 
She was going to her uncle when the rain it came on She went under a tree for to let the rain pass With her apron all around her, I took her for a fawn Oh, I never would have shot my own Molly Bawn. 
And when he came to her, and found it was she His limbs, they were shaking, his eyes could not see His heart it was broken with sorrow and with grief And he implored up to heaven to give him relief. 
Young Jimmy went home with his gun in his hand Saying, "Father, dearest Father, I have done what's wrong With her apron all around her, I took her for a fawn Oh, alas, and alas, I shot my Molly Bawn." 
I wrapped her fair temples, and found she was dead A torrent of tears for my true love I shed And now I'll be forced by the laws of the land For the killing of my darling, my trial for to stand. 
And the day of her funeral, her spirit it appeared Saying, "Uncle, dearest Uncle, do not hang my dear With my apron all around me, he took me for a fawn Oh, he never would have shot his own Molly Bawn." 
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