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Brewster; Ballads and Songs of Indiana 275
The sheriff soon came after me and took me off in speed, Before an angry jury my innocence to plead. Long time they held me guiltless, but that would not avail; My mistress swore against me, which laid me close in jail.
Come all you young people, a warning take from me, |
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For here I must die, this world may plainly see; Farewell, pretty Polly, I die for loving thee. |
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