Polly Vaughan
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Come all you young fellows that handle a gun
Beware how you shoot when the night's coming on
For young Jimmy met his true love
Mistook her for a swan
And he shot her and 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
With her apron thrown over her
He mistook her for a swan
And he shot her and 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 met my own true love, I mistook her for a swan
And I shot her and killed her
By the setting of the sun"
Then out rushed his uncle with his locks hanging grey
Crying, "Jimmy, oh dear Jimmy, don't you run away
Don't leave your own country 'til the trial do come on
For they never will hang you
For the shooting of a swan"
Oh, the girls of this country, they're all glad, we know
To see young Polly Vaughan brought down so low
You could take ten cruel girls and set them in a row
And her beauty would outshine them
Like a fountain of snow
Well, the trial wore on and Polly's ghost did appear
Crying, "Uncle, dear uncle, let Jimmy go clear
For my apron was thrown round me, he mistook me for a swan
And he never would have shot his own Polly Vaughan"