Polly and the Soldier Boy
One night as pretty Polly did lay on her bed
There came a queer notion that run through her head.
Neither father nor mother can make her false prove
“I’ll dress like a soldier and follow my love.”
So early next morning pretty Polly did arise with a case of bright
pistols and a sword by her side,
On her fathers best gilding pretty Polly did ride.
She went to the stable, she viewed all around,
She picked her out one that could measure the ground.
With her long yaller hair, down her head it did hang,
In every degree it looked like some young man.
She rode till she came to the first English town
The first one she met was the captain for Polly’s true love.
“To lie with the captain is a dangerous thing,
Although I’m a soldier from Washington came.”
“Your waist is too slim and slender, your fingers are too small
Your cheeks are too red and rosy to face a cannon ball.”
“I know my waist is slim and slender, my fingers very small,
It would not daunt me to see ten thousand fall.”
This battle it was ended, she took a circle round,
Among the dead and dying her darling love she found.
She picked him up all in her arms and carried him to a London town,
She sent unto a doctor to heal his mortal wound.
Thus couple they got married so well they did agree
This couple they got married and why not you and me.