Come all you young fellows that follow the gun
And beware of sharpshooting by the light of the moon
Young Polly, she was a-walking in a shower of rain
And she hid by the bushes her beauty to maintain

Young Jimmy, he was a-fowling, a-fowling all alone
When he shot his own true love in the place of a swan
Oh Jimmy, dear Jimmy, don't you see what you have done?
And his poor heart lies bleeding for Polly his own

Now the girls of this country they're all glad, I know
To see Polly Vaughan a-lying so low
You could stand them on a mountain and stand them all in a row
And her beauty it would shine for line a fountain of snow