Polly Vaughan

To all you young fellows who follow the gun
Beware of sharpshooting by the light of the moon
Polly was out walking in a shower of rain
She hid beside the bushes her beauty to maintain

Jimmy was firing, firing all alone
He shot at his own true love in the place of a son
Oh Jimmy, dear Jimmy, what have you done?
Now his poor heart it lies bleeding for Polly, his own

Now the girls of this country are all glad, I know
To see Polly poor one lying that low
You could stand them on a mountain, you could stand them in a row
And her beauty it would shine forth like a fountain of snow