The Fowler (from Harry Cox of Norfolk)

Come all you young fellows that follow the gun
I would have you come home by the light of the sun
For young Jimmy was a fowler who went fowling all alone
And he shot his own true love by mistake for a swan.

And it's home came young Jimmy with his dog and his gun
Crying 'Uncle dear uncle do you know what I've done?
Oh cursed be that gunsmith who has made me my gun
For I've been and shot my true love, I mistook her for a swan.'

Then out came his uncle with his locks hanging grey
Saying 'Jimmy dear Jimmy don't you run away
Don't you leave your own country till your trial comes on
For you never will be hanged for the shooting of a swan.'

All the girls in this country they're all pleased you know
Just to see pretty Polly down a-lying so low
You could stand them on a mountain, you could put them in a row
And her beauty would shine among them like a fountain of snow.'

The the trial it cam on and pretty Polly did appear
Saying 'uncle dear uncle let Jimmy go clear
With my apron thrown over me he mistook me for a swan
And he shot his own true love, 'twas Polly his own.'

Yes, indeed, some optician should make use of this.