Come all ye young fellas that had handled a gun
Beware of night rambling by the setting of the sun
And beware of an accident that had 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 'twas his own Molly Bán

He quickly ran to her and found she was dead
And there on her bosom many salt-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 'twas 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