Dave Van Ronk
Dave Van Ronk
Dave Van Ronk
Dave Van Ronk
Dave Van Ronk
Dave Van Ronk
Dave Van Ronk
Dave Van Ronk
Dave Van Ronk
Dave Van Ronk
Dave Van Ronk
Dave Van Ronk
Oh, Molly, dear, go ask your mother
If you may be a bride of mine
If she says yes, we will be married
If she says no, we'll run away
Oh, Willie, dear, I dare not ask her
She's in her chamber taking a rest
And at her side a silver dagger
To kill the one that I love best
Oh, Molly, dear, go ask your father
If you may be a bride of mine
If he says yes, we will be married
If he says no, we'll run away
Oh, Willie, dear, I dare not ask him
He's in his chamber taking a rest
At his side a silver dagger
To kill the one that I love best
And she took out her silver dagger
Plunged it into her lily-white breast
Saying, "goodbye, father, goodbye, mother
Goodbye to the one that I love best"
And he took out his silver dagger
Plunged it into his lily-white breast
Saying, "goodbye, father, goodbye, mother
Goodbye to the one that I love best"
Let's all take out our silver daggers
Plunge them into our lily-white breasts
Saying, "goodbye, father, goodbye, mother
Goodbye to the one that we love best"