| Polly, she is fine, and she’s kind,
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| She’s fallen for a sailor, and he to her proved kind,
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| He said, I’m sorry for to say, Polly I must sail away,
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| Oh but I will take you dancing upon our wedding day.
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| Seven years are o’er, seven years or more,
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| Polly’s waiting for her sailor, she weeps there on the shore.
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| At length a man came by, weeping Polly he did spy,
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| Maiden let me take you dancing and let your tears be dry,
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| Maiden let me take you dancing and let your tears be dry.
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| Polly in surprise, she wipes her tear and then she sighs,
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| I fear that my young sailor on the ocean bed lies,
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| For you I’ve not a care, for my heart is with him there,
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| And I’ll never go a-dancing with you I do declare,
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| No I’ll never go a-dancing with you I do declare.
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| Polly don’t you see, oh that happy now we’ll be,
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| For I am your young sailor who’s come home from the sea,
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| And here with you I’ll stay and no more I’ll sail away,
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| But we will go a-dancing upon our wedding day,
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| We will go a-dancing upon our wedding day,
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| Oh and let me take you dancing upon our wedding day. |