The Noble Lord Hawkins As noble Lord Hawkins a hunting did ride His horse and his gun and his sword by his side As he was a-riding he chanced to see A pretty young woman her name was Polly A pretty young woman her name was Polly Oh Polly, oh Polly, me butler shall be To pour out my wine and to wait upon me But to pour out my wine and to wait upon me Now how does that take you my pretty Polly? Now how does that take you my pretty Polly? Oh noble Lord Hawkins don't talk so bold I'll not be you woman for silver or gold For I have a petticoat suits my degree And I'll n'er have a married man till his wife dies N'er have a married man till his wife dies Then Polly oh Polly lend me your penknife And I'll go right home and I'll kill my old wife Why I'll kill my old wife and her children three And then will you love me my pretty Polly? Then will you love me my pretty Polly? Oh noble Lord Hawkins don't you say so But go to your wife and let nobody know Go to your wife and let nobody know And seven long years I will tarry for thee Seven long years I will tarry for thee And these seven long years they were over and passed The lady she goes and dies at last And the very same day the old lady did die He went a-courting of pretty Polly He went a-courting of pretty Polly And so now she's a nobleman's lady so high Along with young Hawkins she do ride And all you young ladies come following me Come to the wedding of pretty Polly Come to the wedding of pretty Polly For six pretty maidens so neat and so trim Shall dance at my wedding on Monday morning Shall dance at my wedding on Monday morning. ----- Traditional RG apr00
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