Oh says Red Molly to James "That's a fine motorbike. A girl could feel special on any such like." Says James to Red Molly "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 favorite color scheme." And he pulled her on behind And down to Boxhill they did ride. Oh says James to Red Molly "Here's a ring for your right hand. But I'll tell you in earnest, I'm a dangerous man. For I've fought with the law since I was seventeen. I robbed many a man to get my Vincent machine. Now I'm twenty-one years, I might make twenty-two And I don't mind dyin' but for the love of you. And if fate should break my stride Then I'll give you my Vincent to ride." "Come down, come down, Red Molly," called Sergeant McRae, "For they've taken young James Adie for armed robbery. Shotgun blast hit his chest, left nothing inside. Oh, come down, Red Molly, to his dyin' bedside." When she came to the hospital there wasn't much left. He was runnin' out of road, he was runnin' out of breath. But he smiled to see her cry. He said "I give you my Vincent to ride." Says James "In my opinion, there's nothin' in this world Beats a '52 Vincent and a red-headed girl. Now Nortons and Indians and Greeves, won't do. Ah, they don't have a soul like a Vincent '52." Oh he reached for her hand and he slipped her the keys He said "I've got no further use for these. I see the angels and aeriels in leather and chrome Swoopin' down from heaven to carry me home." And he gave her one last kiss and died And he gave her his Vincent to ride.