Interpret:

Alison Krauss

Album:

A Hundred Miles Or More (A Collection)

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 Ban
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 sigh 
Was his own Molly Ban


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 Ban"


Her white apron wrapped around her
He took her for a swan
But a hush and a sigh
'Twas his own Molly Ban


He roamed near the place
Where his true love 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 up sky