Handsome Polly-O

Oh a regiment of soldiers came to Mohill-o

A regiment of soldiers came to Mohill-o

And the captain on parade

He fell in love with a ladies' maid

And the name that she was called was handsome Polly-o

Will you 'list in the army, handsome Polly-o?

Ah you'll get a horse to ride

And your rifle by your side

And a whole band of music going afore ye-o.

Didn't I give you your answer long, long ago? (x2)

That I ne'er intend to roam

Into any foreign shore

Nor to marry a poor soldier in the army-o.

Now when she came in presence of the captain-o

Ah she made him there to stand

With his cap and gun in hand

And she laughed him to scorn to his soldiers-o.

The regiment got the rout into Iveagh-o

And the captain he fell sick

And he died all in a week

And it was all for the love of handsome Polly-o.

And all for the love of handsome Polly-o.

Ah the captain he fell sick

And he died all in a week

And it was all for the love of handsome Polly-o.

The soldiers went to mourn for the captain-o

For if Polly wouldn't do

They would get another view

For there were far better girls out in Iveagh-o.