Cat. #0108 (MFH #419) - As sung by Mrs. Lucy Quigley, Eureka Springs, Arkansas on June 3, 1958
VERSE 1
Come all you bold hunters
That's hunting with gun
Beware of all danger
And of the damsel
Jimmy Randalls was a hunting
And a hunting in th dark
When he shot his own true love
And did not miss a mark
VERSE 2
Then, Jimmy run to her
With his gun in his hand
Saying, Molly, dearest Molly
I've taken your life
And I always intended
To make you my wife
VERSE 3
Then, Jimmy went home
With his gun in his hand
Saying, father, dearest father
I killed Molly Von
With her apron 'round her shoulders
I took her for a fawn
But lesy, o lassy
It is for Molly Von
VERSE 4
Then, Jimmy my son,
His father did say,
Stay in your own country
And don't run away
Stay in your own country
Till th trials at hand
You never will suffer
By th laws of th land
VERSE 5
At the first of Jimmy's trial
Mollys ghost did appear
Saying, uncle, dearest uncle,
Jimmy Randalls is clear
With my apron around my shoulders
He took me for a fawn
But a lesy, o lassy
It is for Molly Von
VERSE 6
The girls of Libery
Were all mighty glad
To hear the true tidings
Molly Von, though her dead
There were thousand upon thousands
Placed him all in a row
Molly Vondos stood amid them
Like a mountain of snow