As pretty Polly Oliver lay musing in bed
A comical fancy came into her head
Nor father nor mother shall make me false prove
I'll list for a soldier and follow my love.

The drums they did rattle and the trumpets did blow
With heart all a-tremble into battle she did go
Her lover was wounded and fell by her side
But knew her and squeezed her dear hand before he died.

And as she sat crying beside his cold corpse
The General rode up to her riding on a white horse
Then Polly ups and says to him, though mortal afraid
"Oh Sir, I'm no soldier lad, I'm nothing but a maid."

Now seeing as her lover was gone from this life
He kissed her full kindly and did make her his wife
Now Polly is a lady and never knows care
But lives in contentment with a thousand pounds a year. ;-)


Traditional English and British music. Quite often you will hear people from the United States laying claim to traditional English music. Irish music is often referred to as Irish music in the United States. But English music is often referred to as coming from the United States even though it obviously does not. I don't quite understand that I think it is because the English, don't much care so do not make a song and dance about it so to speak they do not make a fuss. They are to be honest extremely tolerant people. And besides they have more than enough history to share.

http://www.ukmagic.co.uk/songs_england.htm

http://www.contemplator.com/tunebook/england.htm