Handsome Polly-O Songtext

von Martin Carthy

Oh a regiment of soldiers came to Mohill-O,
A regiment of soldiers came to Mohill-O,
When the captain on parade
He fell in love with a lady's maid.
And the name that she was called was handsome Polly-O.

?Will you list in the army, handsome Polly-O?
Will you list in the army handsome Polly-O?
Ah, you'll get a horse to ride
And your rifle by your side
And a whole band of music going afore ye-O.?

?Didn't I give you your answer long, long ago?
Didn't I give you your answer long, long ago?
That I ne'er intend to roam
Into any foreign shore
Nor to marry a poor soldier in the army-O.?

Now when she come in presence of the captain-O,
And she come in presence of the captain-O,
Ah, she made him there to stand
With his cap and gun in hand
And she laughed him to scorn to his soldiers-O.

The regiment got the rout into Ivy-O,
The regiment got the rout into Ivy-O,
And the captain he fell sick,
And he died all in a week,
And it was all for the love of handsome Polly-O
And all for the love of handsome Polly-O.
Ah, the captain he fell sick,
And he died all in a week,
And it was all for the love of handsome Polly-O.

The soldiers went to mourn for the captain-O,
The soldiers went to mourn for the captain-O.
For if Polly wouldn't do,
They would get another view;
For there were far better girls out in Ivy-O.