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Polly Vaughn
So come all you young sportsman, that carry a gun
I will have you go home by the light of the sun,
For young Jimmy was a-fowling, was a-fowling alone
When he shot his own true-love in the room of a swan
So the first he went to her and found it was she,
He was shaking and trembling, his eyes scarce could see,
"So now you are dead, love, and your sorrows are o'er;
Fare thee well my dear Polly, l shall see you no more"
Then home went young Jimmy with his dog and his gun,
Saying: "Uncle, dear uncle, have you heard what I've done ?
Cursed be this old gunsmith that made me this gun
For I've shot my own true-love in the room of a swan"
Then out come bold uncle with his locks hanging grey,
Saying "Jimmy, dear Jimmy, don't you run away
Don't you leave your own counterie till the trial comes on,
For you ne'er shall be hanged for the crime you has done"
So the trial came on and pretty Polly appear,
Saying : "Uncle, dear uncle let Jimmy go clear,
For my apron was wrapped round me when he took me for a swan,
And his poor heart lay bleeding for Polly his own"
from singing of Harry Cox, Folk Songs of Britain vol 7, Topic
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So come all you young sportsman, that carry a gun
I will have you go home by the light of the sun,
For young Jimmy was a-fowling, was a-fowling alone
When he shot his own true-love in the room of a swan
So the first he went to her and found it was she,
He was shaking and trembling, his eyes scarce could see,
"So now you are dead, love, and your sorrows are o'er;
Fare thee well my dear Polly, l shall see you no more"
Then home went young Jimmy with his dog and his gun,
Saying: "Uncle, dear uncle, have you heard what I've done ?
Cursed be this old gunsmith that made me this gun
For I've shot my own true-love in the room of a swan"
Then out come bold uncle with his locks hanging grey,
Saying "Jimmy, dear Jimmy, don't you run away
Don't you leave your own counterie till the trial comes on,
For you ne'er shall be hanged for the crime you has done"
So the trial came on and pretty Polly appear,
Saying : "Uncle, dear uncle let Jimmy go clear,
For my apron was wrapped round me when he took me for a swan,
And his poor heart lay bleeding for Polly his own"
from singing of Harry Cox, Folk Songs of Britain vol 7, Topic
@animal @murder @death @bird
filename[ POLLVON1
RG
===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY
