Polly

Polly, she is kind,
she is pretty and she's fine.
She's fallen for a sailor,
and he to her has proved kind.
He said, "I'm sorry for to say,
Polly, I must sail away;
oh, but I will take you dancing
upon our wedding day.
And I will take you dancing
upon our wedding day."

Seven years or more,
oh, seven years or more
Polly's waiting for her sailor.
She weeps there on the shore.
When a man came by,
weeping Polly he did spy.
"Maiden, let me take you dancing,
and let your tears be dry.
Maiden, let me take you dancing,
and let your tears be dry.

Polly, in surprise, she wipes a tear
and then she sighs.
"I fear that my young sailor
on the ocean bed lies.
For you I have no care,
for my heart is with him there;
and I'll never go a-dancing
with you, I do declare.
No, I'll never go a-dancing
with you, I do declare."

"Polly, don't you see?
Oh, it's happy we will be,
for I am your own sailor
who has come from the sea.
It's here with you I'll stay,
and no more I'll sail away;
and we will go a-dancing
upon our wedding day;
oh, let me take you dancing
upon our wedding day;
and we will go a-dancing
upon our wedding day."

--as sung by Kate Rusby :http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RWJYufdKJFI