O come all you young fellows that carry [a]1 gun, I'd have you get home by the light of the sun, For young Jimmy was a fowler and a-fowling alone, When he shot his own true love in the room of a swan. Then home went young Jimmy with his dog and his gun, Saying, "Uncle, dear uncle, have you heard what I've done? Cursèd be that old gunsmith that made my old [gun, For I've]2 shot my own true love in the room of a swan." Then out came bold Uncle with his locks hanging grey, Saying, "Jimmy, dear Jimmy, don't you go away. Don't you leave your own country till [the]1 trial come on, For you never will be hangèd for [the]3 shooting a swan". So the trial came on and pretty Polly did appear, Saying, "Uncle, dear uncle, let Jimmy go clear, For my apron was bound round me and he took me for a swan. And his poor heart lay bleeding for Polly his own."
1 Moeran: "your"
2 Moeran: "gun --/ I have"
3 omitted by Moeran
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
- by (Edward) Benjamin Britten (1913 - 1976), "The shooting of his dear" [text verified 1 time]
- by Ernest John Moeran (1894 - 1950), "The shooting of his dear", R. 23 no. 5 (1923) [voice and piano], from Six Folksongs from Norfolk, no. 5. [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Ted Perry
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