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  1. Polly Von

Polly Von (trad., adapted by Peter Yarrow, Paul Stookey and Mary Travers). Peter, Paul, and Mary were such an inspiration. A number of years ago I had the pleasure, honor, and fun of performing with Mary in my group The Four Bitchin' Babes.

Lyrics

I shall tell of a hunter whose life was undone
By the cruel hand of evil at 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

She’d her apron wrapped about 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
He turned away his head for he could not bear to see
He lifted her up and found she was dead
A fountain of tears for his true love he shed

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

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