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Mulben
Coordinates: 57°32′29″N 3°04′59″W / 57.5413°N 3.0830°W / 57.5413; -3.0830
Mulben is a hamlet situated at a crossroads that forms the intersection of the A95 road and the B9103 in the Moray council area of Scotland.
It lies on the Burn of Mulben, 6.5 km (4 miles) west of Keith. Upon the arrival of the railway in 1858 linking it with Keith in the east and Elgin to the west it developed allowing the establishment of a primary school and a small number of services. Although the railway still remains, the station closed in 1964 and the building is now a private dwelling.
Close by is the Glentauchers Distillery to the east (opened in 1898) and the Auchroisk distillery to the west (opened in 1974).
Upon the hill that commands the heights above the hamlet, one’s view from afar is dominated by the extensive complex of bond sheds that form Malcolmburn, owned by and for the maturation of Chivas Regal. A small farm upon the road that leads in that northerly direction called House of Mulben has also become a tourist attraction by offering such activities as archery, clay pigeon shooting, off road driving with Land Rover Defenders, zorbing and the chance to fish in a small, private lake.
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by Bonnie Prince Billy
Molly Bawn
by: DublinersOh come all ye late fellows that follows the gun
Beware of night ramblin' by the setting of the sun.
Beware of an accident as happened of late
It was Molly Bawn Leary and sad was her fate.
She'd been gone to her uncle's when a storm it came on
She drew under a green bush the shower for to shun.
With her white apron wrapped around her he took her for
a swan
Took aim and alas it was his own Molly Bawn.
Oh young Jimmy ran homeward with his gun and his dog
Sayin' uncle, oh uncle, I have shot Molly Bawn.
I have killed that fair female, the joy of my life
For I'd always intended that she would be my wife.
Oh young Jimmy Ranlon, do not run away
Stay in your own country till your trial it comes on.
For you'll never be convicted of the shootin' of a
swan.
Well the night before Molly's funeral her ghost it did
appear
Saying uncle, dearest uncle, let young Jimmy run clear.
It being late of an evening when he took me for a swan
Took aim and alas he killed his own Molly Bawn.
Now all the girls of this country they seem to be glad
Since the flower of Glen Ardagh, Molly Bawn she lies
dead.
Get all girls of this country, stand them into a row
Molly Bawn would shine above them like a fountain of