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 His true love was slain As the shaft found its mark Shed her apron Wrapped about her And he took her for a swan And it so, and alas It was she, Polly Vaughn He ran up beside her And found it was she He turned away 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 Shed her apron Wrapped about her And he took her for a swan And it so, and alas It was she, Polly Vaughn He bore her away To his home by the sea And father, oh father I murdered poor Polly Ive killed my fair love And the flower of her life Id always intended That she be my wife Shed her apron Wrapped about her And he took her for a swan And it so, and alas It was she, Polly Vaughn He rode near the place Where his true love was slain He wept bitter tears But his cries were all in vain He look on the lake A swan glided by The sun slowly sank In the grey of the sky Shed her apron Wrapped about her And he took her for a swan And it so, and alas It was she, Polly Vaughn
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