2. Polly Vaughn

Margot took up this traditional song for our murder ballad session in Mulligans when Halloween fell on a Wednesday. A very old and apparently true story of a man who mistakes his true love for a swan and shoots her while hunting.

Lyrics:
I will tell of a hunter whose life was undone
By the cruel twist of evil and the setting of the sun
His arrow was loosed and it flew through the dark
And his true love was slain as the shaft found its mark

For she wrapped an apron round her
and he took her for a swan
and it’s oh and alas
it was she, Polly Vaughn

He ran up beside her and found it was she
And turned away his head for he could not bear to see
He lifted her up and found she was dead
And a fountain of tears for his true love he shed

For she wrapped an apron round her
and he took her for a swan
and it’s oh and alas
it was she, Polly Vaughn

He bore her away to his home by the sea
Crying Father, o father, I’ve murdered poor Polly
I’ve killed my fair love in the flower of her life
And I always intended that she’d be my wife

For she wrapped an apron round her
and he took her for a swan
and it’s oh and alas
it was she, Polly Vaughn

He roamed near the place where his true love was slain
He wept bitter tears, but his tears were all in vain
He looked over the lake and a swan glided by
And the sun slowly sank in the grey of the sky

For she wrapped an apron round her
and he took her for a swan
and it’s oh and alas
it was she, Polly Vaughn




***These lyrics are traditional***