Polly

Polly, she is fine, and shes kind,
Shes fallen for a sailor, and he to her proved kind,
He said, Im sorry for to say, Polly I must sail away,
Oh but I will take you dancing upon our wedding day.
Seven years are oer, seven years or more,
Pollys waiting for her sailor, she weeps there on the shore.
At length a man came by, weeping Polly he did spy,
Maiden let me take you dancing and let your tears be dry,
Maiden let me take you dancing and let your tears be dry.
Polly in surprise, she wipes her tear and then she sighs,
I fear that my young sailor on the ocean bed lies,
For you Ive not a care, for my heart is with him there,
And Ill never go a-dancing with you I do declare ,
No Ill never go a-dancing with you I do declare.
Polly dont you see, oh that happy now well be,
For I am your young sailor whos come home from the sea,
And here with you Ill stay and no more Ill sail away,
But we will go a-dancing upon our wedding day,
We will go a-dancing upon our wedding day,
Oh and let me take you dancing upon our wedding day.