Irish Song Lyrics 
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Handsome Polly-O 
Oh a regiment of soldiers came to Mohill-o A regiment of soldiers came to Mohill-o And the captain on parade He fell in love with a ladies' maid And the name that she was called was handsome Polly-o 
Will you 'list in the army, handsome Polly-o? (x2) Ah you'll get a horse to ride And your rifle by your side And a whole band of music going afore ye-o. 
Didn't I give you your answer long, long ago? (x2) That I ne'er intend to roam Into any foreign shore Nor to marry a poor soldier in the army-o. 
Now when she came in presence of the captain-o (x2) Ah she made him there to stand With his cap and gun in hand And she laughed him to scorn to his soldiers-o. 
The regiment got the rout into Iveagh-o (x2) And the captain he fell sick And he died all in a week And it was all for the love of handsome Polly-o. 
And all for the love of handsome Polly-o. Ah the captain he fell sick And he died all in a week And it was all for the love of handsome Polly-o. 
The soldiers went to mourn for the captain-o (x2) For if Polly wouldn't do They would get another view For there were far better girls out in Iveagh-o.