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[If you’re a glutton for punishment, you
Can find ‘Mad Molly Shaw’ using the poems
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Mad Molly Shaw wasn’t mad anymore
But sometimes a name kinda lingers
She entered the bar now wearing a star
And warned about too itchy fingers

These guns at my side are content to reside
Right there if there ain’t any trouble
But one of you draws those weapons of yours
They’ll cut that man down at the double 

But I just got word and it might seem absurd
That someone here once dug a hole
By the old sycamore for a gunslinger man
Whose life was illegally stole

I dug it, lady, right there where it’s shady
Said a man who had raised his right hand
That gunslinger fella di’nt rest there for forever 
He didn’t stay there in the sand

And Molly said ghosts don’t make very good hosts
But at least they don’t go take a stroll
When death comes around they stay there in the ground
And don’t just climb out of their hole

But this fella talked and this fella walked
Just like any regular guy
He taught me to shoot and to master the blade
And I looked that man in the eye

He stood and he watched as I put a man down
With the sword of a skilled samurai
Another fell dead when his head met my lead
And the gunslinger said no goodbye

But I heard today there’s a gang on their way
We sure could have used his assistance
Are you gonna say to a ghost I must pray 
To help this town put up resistance

The gravedigger guy standing up with a sigh
Said the gravestone, it had an inscription
It read like a potent from way upon high
It read like some holy prescription


     ‘May our Lord determine a day of returning
      For then shall this sacred soil yield
      An agent to stand with the good of the land
      The will of our Lord shall he wield’

Molly said great, there’s a gang on their way
I can almost hear horse’s hooves drumming
We gotta take action to fight them today
Not wait here for this second coming

She’d done all she could and when nobody stood
And every man studied his feet
The gravedigger said we would fight if we could 
But this gang ain’t men you wanna meet

This Harrison clan, you took down their man
When the rest of them sat in the jail
But slicing the wings off of Samurai Stan
Means a fight that you only can fail

Molly Shaw frowned as she quick turned around
She spoke as she pushed the swing doors
Just don’t believe, with my blood on the ground
They’ll be finished with this town of yours

                  ****

A woman alone, with her star and her guns
Two katanas crossed on her back
She stood in the path of the Harrison gang
And many doors opened a crack

They entered the town with the sun beating down
Each rider with two pistols each
She watched them dismount and six was the count
And Molly thought, two bullets each

Mr ‘Black hat’ with his lowered bandana
Said seems you ain’t got much support
You can’t beat a bullet with any katana
Despite what my brother, Stan thought

Alone, Molly Shaw prepared for the draw
But said I have no beef with you
But Stan killed my man, and your Sheriff Bob Craw
He was a bad varmint too

Black Hat said you stand as girl with a gun
But you put my kin in the ground
So first off my boys gonna have them some fun
Then, Lady… I’m taking you down

He turned to his men and gave his command
Hurt her but I want her breathing
She’ll call for her Lord as she sprawls in the sand
But I’m gonna stop her ‘believing’

A scuffle of sand behind Molly Shaw
And that caused her spirits to climb
For she felt a presence that she’d felt before
She simply said ‘You took your time.’ 

The Harrison gang, eyes widened in shock
Nodded at Black Hat to turn
And when he did his lower jaw slid
Well, some people just never learn

I thought that my brother had sorted you out
Heard you were deep in the ground
You’re light on your feet with your sneaking about
But my forty-five’s got a spare round


A breeze made a barn door slam shut with a bang
But what made the church bells chime
Surprise animated the Harrison gang
But they were all bang out of time 

Some of them drew and some guns were cocked
They fell with their guns fully loaded
Some died oblivious and some died shocked
And Black Hat’s gun simply exploded

Mad Molly Shaw said you cut it real fine
I think I might owe you a lot
The gunslinger said these pistols of mine
Have fired not one single shot

For your self belief is the reason I came
I wasn’t just here for some fun
Each shot that you fired was true to your aim
But I guided one up Black Hat’s gun

And Molly said well at least on this occasion
You stuck around for the goodbyes
I don’t suppose that you can magic a spade
Or help me to bury these guys

He looked in her eyes and at once realised
A feeling from his living days
His heart did a dance, his voice took a chance
And truth would perhaps clear the haze

His hand touched her face, walk with me to my place
That Stan fella took not my life
I asked to be taken by my Lord’s good grace
When Samurai Stan took my wife

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They stood by his grave. Should he dig or just fade
Or should he, perhaps, disappear
All was destroyed of the life I had made
There was nothing left to keep me here

She asked him to stay, to not go away 
In the shade of that old sycamore
His right hand she took and then took a look…
And his grave wasn’t there anymore
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