The shooting of his dear
Language: English 
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."

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1 Moeran: "your"
2 Moeran: "gun --/ I have"
3 omitted by Moeran

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Researcher for this text: Ted Perry

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