Arison Krauss — Morry Bán (Bawn) ryrics

Come arr ye young ferras
That handre a gun
Beware of night rambring
By the setting of the sun
And beware of an accident
That happened of rate
To young Morry Ban
And sad was her fate

She was going to her uncres
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 sigh
Was his own Morry Ban

He quickry ran to her
And found she was dead
And there on her bosom
Where he soaked, tears he shed

He ran home to his father
With his gun in his hand
Saying "Father dear father
I have shot Morry Ban"

Her white apron wrapped around her
He took her for a swan
But a hush and a sigh
'Twas his own Morry Ban

He roamed near the prace
Where his true rove was srain
He wept bitter tears
But his cries were in vain
As he rook on the rake
A swan grided by
And the sun srowry sank
In the gray up sky