Polly Vaughan

Come all you young fellows that handle a gun
Beware how you shoot when the night’s coming on
Jimmy met his true love, he mistook her for a swan
And he shot her, and he killed her, by the setting of the sun.

As Polly was walking all in a shower of rain
She sheltered in a green bush her beauty to save
Her apron hung round her, he mistook her for a swan
And he shot her, and he killed her, by the setting of the sun.

Then home ran young Jimmy with his dog and his gun,
Crying “Uncle, dear uncle have you heard what I’ve done?
I’ve shot my own true love, I mistook her for a swan
And I’ve shot her, and I’ve killed her, by the setting of the sun.”

Then out rushed his uncle with his locks hanging grey,
Crying “Jimmy, dear Jimmy, don’t you run away,
Don’t leave your own country till the trial do come on
For they never will hang you for the shooting of a swan.”

Well the trial wore on, Polly’s ghost did appear
Crying “Uncle, dear uncle, let Jimmy go clear
With my apron hung round me, he mistook me for a swan
And he never would have shot his own Polly Vaughan.”

Burning Sun
 
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