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 fea we flood, The land we left behind
Her tears then fwell'd the briny flood My fighs increaf'd the wind.
We plow'd the deep, and now between
Us lay the ocean wide ; For five long years I had not leen
My fweet, my bonny bride.
That time I fail'd the world around,
All for my true love's fake ; But prefs'd as we were homeward bound
I thought my heart would break.
The prefs-gang bold I afk'd in vain
To let me once on more I long'd to fee my Poll again,
But faw my Poll no more.
And have they torn my love away ?
And is he gone ? Ihe cried : My Polly, iweeteft flow'r of May
She languifh'd, droop'd, and died.
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