Polly Vaughan - Martha Tilston

come all you young fellows that handle a gun

beware you shoot as the nights drawing on

young jimmy met his true love

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 oh uncle

have you heard what I’ve done

I met my own true love

mistook her for a swan

and now I’ve shot her and killed her

by the setting of the sun

so out runs jimmy’s uncle

with his locks hanging gray

crying jimmy oh dear jimmy

don’t you run away

don’t your own country

till the trial do come on

sure they never will hang you

for the shooting of a swan

all of this country

are glad we know

to see young polly vaughan

brought down so low

and you can take all them cruel girls

and set them in a row

and her beauty would outshine 'em

like a fountain of snow

and her beauty would outshine 'em

like a fountain of snow