Martha Tilston
"Polly Vaughan"

come all you young fellows that handle a gun
beware you shoot as the nights drawing on
young jimmy met his true love
mistook her for a swan
and he shot her and killed her
by the setting of the sun

then home ran young jimmy
with his dog and his gun
crying uncle oh uncle
have you heard what I've done
I met my own true love
mistook her for a swan
and now I've shot her and killed her
by the setting of the sun

so out runs jimmy's uncle
with his locks hanging gray
crying jimmy oh dear jimmy
don't you run away
don't your own country
till the trial do come on
sure they never will hang you
for the shooting of a swan

all of this country
are glad we know
to see young polly vaughan
brought down so low
and you can take all them cruel girls
and set them in a row
and her beauty would outshine 'em
like a fountain of snow
and her beauty would outshine 'em
like a fountain of snow