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Polly Ol iver |
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2 In riding all day and riding in speed
The first thing she come to was her captain indeed. She stepped up to him. What news do you bear ? Here's a kind, loving letter from Polly your dear.
3 In breaking this letter ten guineas he found.
He drunk his own health with the soldiers all round; And reading the letter, he sit and did cry, Not a-thinking Polly was nigh. |
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