Handsome Polly-O
Oh a regiment of soldiers came to Mohill-o
A regiment of soldiers came to Mohill-o
And the captain on parade
He fell in love with a ladies' maid
And the name that she was called was handsome Polly-o
Will you 'list in the army, handsome Polly-o? (x2)
Ah you'll get a horse to ride
And your rifle by your side
And a whole band of music going afore ye-o.
Didn't I give you your answer long, long ago? (x2)
That I ne'er intend to roam
Into any foreign shore
Nor to marry a poor soldier in the army-o.
Now when she came in presence of the captain-o (x2)
Ah she made him there to stand
With his cap and gun in hand
And she laughed him to scorn to his soldiers-o.
The regiment got the rout into Iveagh-o (x2)
And the captain he fell sick
And he died all in a week
And it was all for the love of handsome Polly-o.
And all for the love of handsome Polly-o.
Ah the captain he fell sick
And he died all in a week
And it was all for the love of handsome Polly-o.
The soldiers went to mourn for the captain-o (x2)
For if Polly wouldn't do
They would get another view
For there were far better girls out in Iveagh-o.
