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Molly Bond

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  1. So come all you bold sportsmen
    That carry a gun
    For I will have you go home
    By the light of the sun
    For young Jimmy was a-fowling,
    Was a-fowling alone
    When he shot his own true-love
    In the room of a swan.
  2. So then first he went to her,
    And found it was she
    He was shaking and tremb-e-ling,
    His eyes scarce could see
    So now you are dead, love,
    And your sorrows are o'er Fare thee well, my dear Polly,
    I shall see you no more.
    Then home went young Jimmer
  3. With his dog and his gun
    Saying: Uncle, dear Uncle,
    Have you heard what I've done?
    Cur-sed be this old gunsmith
    That made me this gun
    For I've shot my own true-love
    In the form of a swan.
    Then out came bold Uncle
  4. With his locks hanging gray
    Saying, Jimmer, dear Jimmer,
    Don't you run away
    Don't you leave your own count-e-rie
    Til the trail comes on
    For you ne'er shall be hanged
    For the crime you has done.
    Now the trial came on and
  5. Pretty Polly appeared
    Saying, Uncle, dear Uncle,
    Let Jimmy go clear
    For my apron was wrapped round me
    When he took me for a swan
    And his poor heart lay bleeding
    For Polly his own.

From the collection Songs From Hazzards Huzzah