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Ballads and Songs |
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7. Her gold and her silver, Her house and her land,
If I would consent to marry her, Would be at my command.
8. "Oh, no, my young mistress, I cannot wed you both.
I can wed none but pretty Polly, Your charming chamber-maid."
9. She turned away in angry; She swore as she left me She'd prove my overthrow. |
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10.1 was out in my mistress' garden A-viewing her flowers fair. |
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11. A gold ring from my mistress' finger, As she passed me by,
She slipped it in my pocket And for that I must die.
12. I was brought before some cruel judge And must answer for my fault.
Long time I pled "not guilty," But what did that prevail ?
13. My mistress said I robbed her And they plunged me into jail. |
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14. Come, all you young people That's standing round this place, Don't glory in my downfall; Nor laugh at my disgrace.
15. It's fare you well, young people, As I bid this world adieu;
It's fare you well, pretty Polly, I died for loving you. |
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