Polly Von

Lore: None Arrangement: Any Range: Any Attribution:This particular version comes from Peter Paul and Mary, but the original version stems back from an old Gaelic/Irish folksong. Notes: None

Lyrics: I shall tell of a hunter whose life was undone By the cruel hand of evil at the setting of the sun His arrow was loosed, and it flew through the dark And his true love was slain as the shaft found its mark

She'd her apron wrapped about her and he took her for a swan And it's so, and alas it was she, Polly Von

He ran up beside and found it was she He turned his head, for he could not bear to see He lifted her up, and found she was dead A fountain of tears for his true love he shed

She'd her apron wrapped and he took her for a swan And it's so, and alas it was she, Polly Von

He bore her away to his home by the sea Cryin' "Father, O' Father, I've murdered poor Polly "I've killed my poor love in the flower of her life "I'd always intended that she be my wife.

"But she'd her apron wrapped about her, and I took her for a swan "And it's so, and Alas it was she, "Polly Von."

He roamed near the place where his true love was slain He wept bitter tears, but his cries were all in vain As he looked on the lake, a swan glided by The sun slowly sank in the grey of the sky.

She'd her apron wrapped around her and he took her for a swan And it's so, and alas it was she, Polly Von