I recall a few words and the very pretty melody from singing the song 40 years ago.

Oh I am a poor boy, my fortune is sad I've worked all my life as a wagoner's lad. I've courted pretty Polly by night and by day, But now she is leaving and going away.

Your parents don't like me they say I'm too poor. They say I'm not worthy of entering your door. I work for my living, my money's my own, And if they dont like me they can leave me alone.