text: I shall tell of a hunter whose life was undone
  By the cruel hand of evil at the setting of the sun
  His arrow was loosed and it flew through the dark
  And his true love was slain as the shaft found its mark
  Chorus:
  Shed her apron wrapped about her and he took her for a swan
  But its oh and alas it was she, Polly Von
  He ran up beside her and found it was she
  He turned away his head for he could not bear to see
  He lifted her up and found she was dead
  A fountain of tears for his true love, he shed
  He bore her away to his home by the sea
  Cryin Father, oh father, I murdered poor Polly!
  Ive killed my fair love in the flower of her life!
  I always intended that she be my wife.
  But shed her apron wrapped about her
  And I took her for a swan
  And its oh and alas it was she, Polly Von.
  He roamed near the place where his true love was slain
  He wept bitter tears, but his cries were all in vain
  As he looked on the lake, a swan glided by
  And the sun slowly sank in the grey of the sky