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I'd throw out my net to catch her in a ſnare,
And bring her home I vow and declare.
If you ſee my Polly going to the fair,
She's the toaſt of the country I vow and declare,
With her red roſy cheeks and her golden hair,
I here is none in the world can with ber compare.
My love is ſweeter than the larks when they ſing,
Or the pleaſant herb that ſummer doth bring,
The lilie of the vale is not fairer than ſhe,
I'll die for her ſake if ſhe won't kinder be.
My love is like a roſe in a garden ſteep,
Her neck is like a ſwan ſwimming in the deep,
Ye gods! pray ſend the time ſoon to be,
When I ſhall enjoy Polly, and Polly me.
Her breath's ſweet as vi'lets, her eyes like ſloes,
Whene'er I behold her my heart overflows;
If her friends be contented, together we'll go,
To this make an anſwer, love, ſay ay or no.
The ANSWER to SWEET POLLY.
DOwn by yonder river I heard a fine ſong, (long,
The voice wast moſt ſweet, the theme was not
From a beautiful creature, her voice was moſt dear,
I'd thought myfelf happy had my love been ſo near
And still all her cry was my dear come away,
'Tis for your ſweet ſake, love, ſo long I do ſtay:
I drew a little nigh to a tree that was green,
The leaves they did ſhade me I could not be ſeen,
It was not long after when a young man came by,
With his curled black hair, and a black rolling eye,
He ſaluted his miſtreſs, and by her ſat down,
Then their ruby red lips together did join.
