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SWEET POLL OF PLYMOUTH
Sweet Poll of Plymouth was my dear,
When forc'd from her to go,
Adown her cheek rain'd many a tear,
My heart was fraught with woe.
Our anchor weigh'd for sea we stood,
The land we left behind,
Her tears then swell'd the briny flood,
My sighs increas'd the wind.
Our anchor weigh'd for sea we stood,
The land we left behind,
Her tears then swell'd the briny flood,
My sighs increas'd the wind,
My sighs increas'd the wind.
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We ploughed the deep, and now between
Us lay the ocean wide;
For five long years I had not seen
My sweet, my bonny bride.
That time I sail'd the world around,
All for my true love's sake,
But press'd as we were homeward bound
I thought my heart would break.
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The press-gang bold I ask'd in vain
To let me once on shore;
I long'd to see my Poll again,
But saw my Poll no more.
"And have they torn my love away!
"And is he gone!" she cry'd;
My Polly, sweetest flower of May,
She languish'd, droop'd and died.
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Published in the Country Journal and Poughkeepsie Advertiser, 21 Feb 178x
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Mozart transcription by Mary Van Deusen, Corrections by Mary Jane Corry
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