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Polly Vaughn
English source:
Traditional folk song
Come all you young fellows that handle a gun
Beware how you shoot when the night's coming on
I will tell of a hunter whose life was undone
By the cruel twist of evil and the setting of the sun
As Polly was walking in a shower of rain
She sheltered in a green bush, her beauty to save
With her apron throwed over her, he mistook her for a swan
And his gun didn’t miss and it was Polly his own
Oh, the girls of this country, they're all glad, we know
To see young Polly Vaughan brought down so low
You could take them cruel girls you could plant them in a row
And her beauty would outshine 'em like a fountain of snow
Beware how you shoot when the night's coming on
I will tell of a hunter whose life was undone
By the cruel twist of evil and the setting of the sun
As Polly was walking in a shower of rain
She sheltered in a green bush, her beauty to save
With her apron throwed over her, he mistook her for a swan
And his gun didn’t miss and it was Polly his own
Oh, the girls of this country, they're all glad, we know
To see young Polly Vaughan brought down so low
You could take them cruel girls you could plant them in a row
And her beauty would outshine 'em like a fountain of snow
