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Ballad of Molly Jones
David Jones, the best rat catcher Shropshire has ever had must take some criticism for young Molly turning bad. Even though his daughter found rich co-incidentals, no credit could be taken by rat catching Dad's credentials. At nineteen she's a beauty though a flighty village maiden, so it wasn't long before a squire needed quick explainin'. Rat catcher Jones was angry with their experimentin'. Wedding bells were mentioned - the squire mentioned relentin'. Will Morgan took the 'rap' and then it wasn't very long - added to the squire’s memento; two more children came along. Molly still a little flighty stole two shillings worth of hemp, and ended up in gaol - Will Morgan left her with contempt. Transportation on the Neptune for a hard life she’d assume. With death all around her but not a visit to her room. Marines and Tars were generous, providing extra rations, for the prettiest girl on Neptune, then Parramatta’s passions. Molly was the daughter of a Rat catcher from Shropshire. Molly was as pretty as can be. Molly with her charms held in her two palms the lowest form of convict to the colony gentry. Husband Will broke the law and too was shipped to Parramatta. When he arrived, he saw Molly's other interests scatter. Objecting to his feelings Molly left for England's shore, using charm to gain advances - Will Morgan's ‘out the door’. Molly soon had suitors who came knocking on her door. One was Mr. Thomas Mares, who she married just before she surprised Tom with her children he had not known about, and she never mentioned Will - one surprise that she left out. Mares was rude to Molly when they had some friends around, so Molly took offence and burnt his fine house to the ground. Again Molly's off to Sydney, using her charming plan. Won an Army Captain who gave her cattle and some land. Molly was the daughter of a Rat catcher from Shropshire. Molly was as pretty as can be. Molly with her charms held in her two palms the lowest form of convict to the colony gentry. False history of cattle breeding brought on Molly's latest fate, as Government stocks dwindled, Molly's gained at similar rate. Her charm this time was stifled in behind Newcastle's gate, but Officer's soon melted and took her influential bait. Molly ran a sly grog shop, and this business she caressed. The lonely travelled fifty miles for an eye on Molly's breast. The Hunter Valley spoke about what reforming Molly's done. Governor Brisbane was ecstatic, offering, land for a cattle run. Convict labour was provided to work her property. What kept the convicts going was rum from dear Molly. She joined in the rollicking; her laughing way would always be, and everyone agreed Molly was a grand old lady. At seventy-one Molly passed on - a lady very wealthy. Built on charm and melting smile, but a lifestyle not so healthy. I'll bet she was pleased the squire became her Dad’s mystery, for she may have missed her chance in the midst of rum and history. Molly was the daughter of a Rat catcher from Shropshire. Molly was as pretty as can be. Molly with her charms held in her two palms the lowest form of convict to the colony gentry.
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