Polly Vaughn

Tuning: E A D G

Capo: No capo

BPM: 200

    Now come all ye hunters who follow the gun                                          Beware of your shooting at the setting of the sun
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                                                                         For Polly's own true love he shot in the dark
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                                                              But oh and alas Polly Vaughn was his mark.

                                    For she'd her apron wrapped about her and he took her for a swan

                                         Oh and alas it was she Polly Vaughn

    He ran up beside her and saw that it was she                                        Cried "Polly oh Polly have I killed thee"

                                                                   He lifted up her head and saw that she was dead

                                              And a fountain of tears for his true love he shed.

                         In the middle of the night Polly Vaughn did appear

               Cried "Jimmy oh Jimmy you must have no fear;

    Just tell them you were hunting when your trial day has come

                         And you won't be convicted for what you have done."

    In the middle of the trial Polly Vaughn did appear

    Crying "Uncle oh Uncle Jimmy Randall must go clear"                                 The lawyers and the judges stood around in a row

                                                                   In the middle Polly Vaughn like some fountian of snow

                                                                   For she'd her apron wrapped about her and they took her for a swan

                                                                              Oh and alas it was she Polly Vaughn

                                              Oh and alas it was she Polly Vaughn