poll Yvon

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
Shed her apron wrapped about her
And he took her for a swan
And its oh and the alas it was she polly von
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 its oh and the alas it was she polly von
He bore her away to his home by the sea
Cryin father oh father I murdered poor polly
Ive killed my fair love in the flower of her life
I always intended that she be my wife
But shed her apron wrapped about her
And I took her for a swan
And its oh 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
And the sun slowly sank in the grey of the sky
Shed her apron wrapped about her
And he took her for a swan
And its oh and the alas it was she polly von