Текст: Peter, Paul & Mary. Polly Von.

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 loose, and it flew through the dark
And his true love was slain as the shaft found its mark

But she'd her apron wrapped about her, and he took her for a swan
And it's so and alas, it was she - Polly Von

He ran up beside her and found it was she
He turned away his head, for he couldn't bear to see
He lifted her up and found she was dead
A fountain of tears for his true love he shed

But she'd her apron wrapped about her, and he took her for a swan
And it's so and alas, it was she - Polly Von

He bore her away to his home by the sea-
Cried "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."

But she'd her apron wrapped about her, and he took her for a swan
And it's so and alas, it was she - Polly Von

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 gray of the sky

But she'd her apron wrapped about her, and he took her for a swan
And it's so and alas, it was she - Polly Von