Come all you young gallants, who handle a gun
Beware of your shooting, between moonlight and sun
It happened one evening, in a large shower of rain
When under a bower my face was concealed
My apron flew around me, he took me as a swan
And she shot her own sweetheart between moonlight and sunlight
As she walked up singing and found it was me
Those limbs they grew weary and his eyes couldn't see
The ring on my finger, most bitterly he cried
O Molly, If you were living I'd have made you my bride
With the gun in his hand to his father he did run
Saying father, dearest father, do you know what I've done?
Her apron gathered around her, I took her as a swan
And I shot my own sweetheart between moonlight and sun
Her apron gathered round her, I took her as a swan
And I shot my own darling and where shall I run?
Up stood his father with his hair turning grey
Randall, Jimmy Randall, don't you run away
Stay in this country until your trial comes on
You never shall be hung by the courts of this land
On day of the trial to the judge I appeared
Randall. Jimmy Randall, you must let him go free
My apron gathered round me, he took me as a swan
And I know his heart lies bleeding for his own Molly Bond