Part 2 — No 62 AT THE SETTING OF THE SUN

1 Come all you young fellows that carry a gun, Beware of late shooting when daylight is done; For 'tis little you reckon what hazards you run, I shot my true love at the setting of the sun In a shower of rain as my darling did hie All under the bushes to keep herself dry, With her head in her apron I thought her a swan, And I shot my true love at the setting of the sun. 2 I'll fly from my country, I nowhere find rest I've shot my true love, like a bird in her nest. Like lead on my heart lies the deed I have done, I shot my true love at the setting of the sun. In a shower, etc. 3 In the night the fair maid as a white swan appears, She says, O my true love, quick dry up your tears, I freely forgive you, I have Paradise won, I was shot by my love at the setting of the sun. In a shower, etc. 4 O the years as they pass leave me lonely and sad, I can ne'er love another, and naught makes me glad. I wait and expect till life's little span done I meet my true love at the rising of the sun In a shower, etc.