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Folk Song

X:1 T:Molly Bond C:Trad N: K:C % W:1. W:So come all you bold sportsmen W:That carry a gun W:For I will have you go home W:By the light of the sun W:For young Jimmy was a-fowling, W:Was a-fowling alone W:When he shot his own true-love W:In the room of a swan. W:. W:2. W:So then first he went to her, W:And found it was she W:He was shaking and tremb-e-ling, W:His eyes scarce could see W:So now you are dead, love, W:And your sorrows are o'er Fare thee well, my dear Polly, W:I shall see you no more. W:Then home went young Jimmer W:. W:3. W:With his dog and his gun W:Saying: Uncle, dear Uncle, W:Have you heard what I've done? W:Cur-sed be this old gunsmith W:That made me this gun W:For I've shot my own true-love W:In the form of a swan. W:. W:4. W:Then out came bold Uncle W:With his locks hanging gray W:Saying, Jimmer, dear Jimmer, W:Don't you run away W:Don't you leave your own count-e-rie W:Til the trail comes on W:For you ne'er shall be hanged W:For the crime you has done. W:. W:5. W:Now the trial came on and W:Pretty Polly appeared W:Saying, Uncle, dear Uncle, W:Let Jimmy go clear W:For my apron was wrapped round me W:When he took me for a swan W:And his poor heart lay bleeding W:For Polly his own. % % % % %

					
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