Polly Vaughan

Come all you bold fellows, wherever you may be
I'll have you pay attention and listen unto me
It is all of young Jimmy was a-fouling all along
When he shot his own true love in the room of a swan
Well it's home went young Jimmy with his dog and his gun
Saying, "Uncle, dear uncle, don't you see what I've done?
With her cloak all thrown over her, I took her for a swan
And my own true love lay bleeding, it was Polly, my own"
Well it's down came his uncle with his locks hanging grey
Saying, "Jimmy, dearest Jimmy, don't you go away
And don't you leave your own country till your trial it comes on
For you never shall be hanged for the shooting of a swan"
Well the trial it came on and pretty Polly did appear
Saying, "Uncle, dear uncle, let Jimmy go clear
With my cloak all thrown over me, he took me for a swan
And his own true love lay bleeding, his own Polly Vaughan"
All the girls in the country, they'll gladly for to know
To see pretty Polly a-lying so low
You could pile them in a mountain, you could line them all in a row
And her beauty would shine amongst them like a fountain of snow