Polly Vaughan

Come all you young fellows that follow the gun

And beware of sharpshooting by the light of the moon

Young Polly, she was a-walking in a shower of rain

And she hid by the bushes her beauty to maintain

Young Jimmy, he was a-fowling, a-fowling all alone

When he shot his own true love in the place of a swan

Oh Jimmy, dear Jimmy, don't you see what you have done?

And his poor heart lies bleeding for Polly his own

Now the girls of this country they're all glad, I know

To see Polly Vaughan a-lying so low

You could stand them on a mountain and stand them all in a row

And her beauty it would shine for line a fountain of snow