Pretty Molly- Fran Majors (KS) 1959 Max Hunter A
[My title, my date- no date supplied. From Max Hunter Folk Song Collection: Cat. #1401 (MFH #420).
This version retains the broadside name Molly. The form ABAB is not standard.
R. Matteson 2016]
Pretty Molly- As sung by Fran Majors, Wichita, Kansas on May 23, 1959
Listen: https://maxhunter.missouristate.edu/songinformation.aspx?ID=1401
VERSE 1
O, Molly, pretty Molly, come go with me
Before we get married, some friends to see
O, Molly, pretty Molly, come go with me
Before we get married, some friends to see.
VERSE 2
Rode over the hills and valleys so deep
At last pretty Molly begin to weep
Rode over the hills and valleys so deep
At last pretty Molly begin to weep
VERSE 3
O Johnny, dear Johnny, your leading me astray
Your innocent love, you have betrayed
O Johnny, dear Johnny, your leading me astray
Your innocent love, you have betrayed
VERSE 4
O Molly, pretty Molly, your guessing just right
I dug in your grave, a part of last night
O Molly, pretty Molly, your guessing just right
I dug in your grave, a part of last night
VERSE 5
She threw her arms 'round him, saying suffer no fear
How could you kill a girl that loves you so dear
She threw her arms 'round him, saying suffer no fear
How could you kill a girl that loves you so dear
VERSE 6
He stabbed his knife in her, the blood it did flow
And into her grave, her body did go
He stabbed his knife in her, the blood it did flow
And into her grave, her body did go
VERSE 7
Her threw some dirt o'er her an' turned to go home
Left nothing behind but the birds to mourn
Her threw some dirt o'er her an' turned to go home
Left nothing behind but the birds to mourn.