Polly Vaughn
Come all you young fellows that handle a gun
Beware how you shoot when the night's coming on
For Jimmy was a fouling, and a fouling all alone
When he shot his own true love by the setting of the sun

Young Polly was walking all in a shower of rain
She sheltered in the green bush her beauty to save
With her apron throwed over her, he mistook her for a swan
And he shot her and he killed her by the setting of the sun

Then home ran young Jimmy with his dog and his gun
Crying, “Uncle, dear unclе, have you heard what I done?
I mеt 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 till 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 Polly Vaughan brought down so low
You could take them poor girls and set them in a row
And her beauty would outshine 'em like a fountain of snow
Well, the trial were 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.”