Pretty Polly Pan Dana - Doris Phelps (FL) 1950 Morris C
[From Morris; Folksongs of Florida; 1950.
R. Matteson 2016]
C. "PRETTY POLLY PAN DANA." Text communicated by Miss Doris Phelps, Carbur.
Come all you young hunters who delight in a gun,
I pray take warning by setting of the sun.
My true love went hunting 'tween sunset and dawn
And stopped under a bower some showers to shun.
With a white apron tied around her I shot her for a swan.
Pretty Polly Pan Dana but now she is gone.
I went on a-hunting 'til I found it was she
And stood there trembling 'til I scarcely could see.
I rolled her in my arms 'til I found she was dead,
Then a fountain of tears around her I shed.
I went on to my mother with gun under my arm'
"Dear Mother! Dear Mother! I've killed Polly Pan."
With a white apron I shot her for a swan.
Pretty Polly Pan Dana but now she is gone.
Up stepped his old father with his head all so stay.
"Son Jimmy! Son Jimmy! Don't run away.
"Don't leave your native country before your trial comes on.
You never shall be hanged for killing Polly Pan,
With a white apron tied around her, you shot her for a swan;
Pretty Polly Pan Dana but now she is gone."
In two or three days to her uncle she appeared,
"Dearest Uncle! Dearest Uncle! Jimmy Random I've cleared;
With a white apron tied around me he shot me for a swan.
Pretty Polly Pan Dana but now I am gone."