Текст песни: Polly Vaughn + перевод

Come​ ​all​ ​you​ ​young​ ​fellows

That​ ​carry​ ​a​ ​gun

I’ll​ ​have​ ​you​ ​come​ ​home

By​ ​the​ ​light​ ​of​ ​the​ ​sun

For​ ​Jimmy​ ​was​ ​hunting

And​ ​hunting​ ​alone

When​ ​he​ ​shot​ ​his​ ​true​ ​love

In​ ​the​ ​room​ ​of​ ​a​ ​swan

Polly​ ​went​ ​out​ ​in​ ​a​ ​shower​ ​of​ ​hail

She​ ​crept​ ​to​ ​the​ ​bushes

Herself​ ​to​ ​conceal

With​ ​her​ ​apron​ ​pulled​ ​o'er​ ​her

He​ ​took​ ​her​ ​for​ ​a​ ​swan

He​ ​aimed,​ ​he​ ​fired

And​ ​killed​ ​his​ ​Polly​ ​Vaughn

Then​ ​home​ ​rushed​ ​young​ ​Jimmy

His​ ​dog,​ ​and​ ​his​ ​gun

Crying,​ ​"Uncle,​ ​dear​ ​Uncle

Oh,​ ​what​ ​have​ ​I​ ​done?

Oh,​ ​cursed​ ​be​ ​the​ ​gunsmith

That​ ​made​ ​my​ ​old​ ​gun

For​ ​I​ ​shot​ ​my​ ​true​ ​love

In​ ​the​ ​room​ ​of​ ​a​ ​swan!"

Then​ ​out​ ​rushed​ ​bold​ ​uncle

His​ ​locks​ ​hanging​ ​grey

Crying,​ ​"Jimmy​ ​dear​ ​Jimmy

Don’t​ ​you​ ​run​ ​away

Don’t​ ​leave​ ​the​ ​county

Till​ ​your​ ​trials​ ​come​ ​on

For​ ​they​ ​never​ ​would​ ​hang​ ​you

For​ ​shooting​ ​a​ ​swan."

The​ ​funeral​ ​of​ ​Polly,​ ​it​ ​was​ ​a​ ​brave​ ​sight

Four​ ​and​ ​twenty​ ​young​ ​men

All​ ​dressed​ ​in​ ​white

They​ ​brought​ ​her​ ​to​ ​the​ ​graveyard

Laid​ ​her​ ​in​ ​the​ ​grave

All​ ​said,​ ​"Goodbye​ ​Polly!"

And​ ​went​ ​weeping​ ​away

In​ ​six​ ​weeks​ ​time

The​ ​trial​ ​was​ ​on

And​ ​Polly​ ​appeared

In​ ​the​ ​room​ ​of​ ​a​ ​swan

Crying,​ ​"Judge,​ ​oh​ ​Jury

Let​ ​Jimmy​ ​go​ ​clear

For​ ​he​ ​never​ ​should​ ​hang

For​ ​shooting​ ​his​ ​dear!

My​ ​apron​ ​was​ ​bound​ ​around​ ​me

And​ ​he​ ​took​ ​me​ ​for​ ​a​ ​swan

And​ ​my​ ​poor​ ​heart​ ​lay​ ​a'bleeding

All​ ​on​ ​the​ ​wet,​ ​green​ ​ground

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