Come all ye young fellows 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 Boone and sad was her fate She was going to her uncle's when a shower came on She went under green bush, the shower to show Her white apron wrapped around her, he took her for a swan But a hush and a sigh, t'was his own Molly Boone He quickly ran to her and found she was dead And there on her bosom many soft tears he shed He ran home to his father with his gun in his hand Saying, Father, dear Father, I have shot your Molly Boone Her white apron wrapped around her, he took her for a swan But a hush and a sigh, t'was his own Molly Boone 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 grey of sky And the sun slowly sank in the grey of sky