Said Red Molly to James, that's a fine motorbike

A girl could feel special on any such like

Said James to Red Molly,

Well my hat's off to you

It's a Vincent Black Lightning 1952

And I've seen you at the corners and cafes, it seems

Red hair and black leather

My favourite colour scheme

And he pulled her on behind

And down to Boxhill they did ride



Said James to Red Molly, here's a ring for your right hand

But I'll tell you in earnest,

I'm a dangerous man

I've fought with the law since I was seventeen

I robbed many a man to get my Vincent machine

Now I'm 21 years, I might make 22

And I don't mind dying, but for the love of you

and if fate should break my stride

I'll give you my Vincent to ride



Come down, come down, Red Molly

Called Seargeant McRae

For they've taken young James Adie for armed robbery

Shotgun blast hit his chest

Left nothing inside

coome down, Red Molly to his dying bedside

When she came to the hospital

There wasn't much left

He was running out of road

He was running out of breath

But he smiled to see her cry

Said I'll give you my Vincent to ride



Said young James, in my opinion,

There's nothing in this world

Beats a '52 Vincent and a red-headed girl

Now Nortons and Indians and Greeves won't do

They don't have a soul like a Vincent '52

He reached for her hand and he gave her the keys

He said I don't have any further use for these

I see angels on ariels in leather and chrome

Swooping down from heaven to carry me home

He gave her one last kiss and died

And he gave her his Vincent to ride

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