My tale of Polly Von

Everytime, I hear this song I think of my mother singing me to sleep as a young child. I guess it was a morbid song to sing to a six year old. I certainly did not think so, I thought of it as a beautiful tragic love story. Then, again I am the kid who begged her mother to tell her the story of Jane Eyre. My, mother sang this to my father to lull him to sleep also. One, of the few things we shared in common. When I was younger I was obcessed with this story I would lie in my bed imagining the story of Polly Von. In my mind she was coming to call her love inside probably, for dinner. While he was on the other side of the water waiting on her and biding his time till she did. His vision was not great and the sun played trickswith his eyes. He saw a graceful creature on the other side what he thought was a swan. His arrow went soaring through the sky,he was a legendary archman and never missed his mark, this time was no exception. He hears her cry and rushes to her side. Not, realizing what he had done until she was dead and lifeless in his arms. He, takes her and buries her in his and garden willgrieve her death everyday until his own. That is my tale of Polly Von I'll leave you to find your own.

I shall tell of a hunter whose life was undone
By the cruel hand of evil at the setting of the sun
His arrow was loosed and it flew through the dark,
And his true love was slain as the shaft found its mark.

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She'd her apron wrapped about her and he took her for a swan
But it's oh and alas it was she, Polly Von

He ran up beside her and found it was she
He turned away his head for he could not bear to see
He lifted her up and found she was dead,
A fountain of tears for his true love, he shed.

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He bore her away to his home by the sea
Cryin' "Father, oh father, I murdered poor Polly!
I've killed my fair love in the flower of her life!
I always intended that she be my wife."

"But she'd her apron wrapped about her
and I took her for a swan,
And it's oh and alas it was she, Polly Von."

He roamed near the place where his true love was slain
He wept bitter tears, but his cries were all in vain.
As he looked on the lake, a swan glided by
And the sun slowly sank in the grey of the sky.

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