[D]Come all you young fathers that handle a [G]gun, Bewa[D]re of night-rambling by the [C]setting of the [A]sun. [D]And beware of an accident that happened of [G]late, To yo[D]ung Molly Bawn, and [C]sad was her [A]fate. [D]She was going to her uncle's, when a shower came [G]on. She wen[D]t under a green bush, the [C]shower to [A]shun. W[D]ith...