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Polly and I.

Polly and I are the best of friends,
 I love her and she loves me;
Polly and I are everywhere,
 Everywhere where the other may be.

I am but little, Polly is tall;
 Dark is she, and fair am I;
I was nineteen in October last,
 And Polly was nineteen in July.

Polly was dreaming of me one night;
 She thought we both were out at sea,
And each was in a little boat,
 But it was so dark she could not see.

And then, somehow, we drifted apart,
 And Polly she called but none replied,
So silent and sad she drifted alone
 In the darkness along with the tide;

But, after a time, she heard a sound,
 And saw another boat close by,
And when she asked who the occupant was,
 She found to her joy it was really I.

Then I got in her boat for a little while,
 And together we floated over the sea;
Then Polly said I left her and went
 Into the boat that belonged to me;