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Unhappy Love 67
7 Johnny Randal goes home with his gun in his hand, Saying, "Uncle, dearest uncle, I have shot Molly Baun.
8 "Her white apron being around her, I took her for a swan; But I never intended to shoot Molly Baun."
9 His father steps to him, his head it was gray, Saying, "Johnny Randal, do not run away.
10 "But oh, stay at home till your trial comes on,
You'll ne'er be condemned though I lose all my land."
11 Then Johnny was taken and led to the jail, Bound with strong irons, his grief to bewail.
12 The night before his trial her ghost did appear, Saying, "Uncle, dearest uncle, Johnny Randal goes clear.
13 "My white apron being around me, he took me for a swan; But he never intended to shoot Molly Baun.
14 "My white apron being around me, he took me for a swan; But oh and alas, it was I, Molly Baun."
15 The girls of this country are all very glad
Since the flower of them all, Molly Baun, she is dead.
x6 Take them all in a number, place them all in a row;
Molly Baun would appear among them like a mountain of snow.
17 Come all you true lovers that carries a gun, Beware of late hunting out after set sun;
18 For fear it will happen as it happened to me, To kill your own true love in under a tree.