Classic Poem

Jimmie Randall was a-hunting, a-hunting in the dark;
He shot at Molly Bawn O and he missed not his [mark].
Molly Bawn O was a-walking when the shower came down;
She sat under a green tree the shower to shun;
With her apron pinned around her he took her for a swan;
He shot her and he killed her, it was poor Molly Bawn.

He runned up to her with his gun in his hand:
" Dear Molly, dear Molly, you're the joy of my life:
For I always intended to make you my wife. "
He went to his uncle with his locks all so gray:
" Dear uncle, dear uncle, I've killed Molly Bawn:
With her apron pinned around her I took her for a swan.

" I shot her, I killed her; it was poor Molly Bawn. "
" Stay at home, Jimmie, and don't run away;
They never shall hang you, and I'll spend my whole farm. "
On the day of Jimmie's trial young Molly did appear,
Saying, " Judges and jury, Jimmie Randall come clear!
With my apron pinned around me he took me for a swan,
And through his misfortune it was poor Molly Bawn. "