Come all you young fellows

That follow the gun

I'll have you not go out

By the light of the sun

For young Jimmy was a fowler

And a-fowling all alone

When he shot his own true love

In the room of a swan

Then it's home went young Jimmy

With his dog and his gun

Saying "Uncle dear uncle

Do you see what I've done

Oh cursed be that old gunsmith

Who made me my gun

For I've been and shot me true love

In the room of a swan "

Then out came his uncle

With his locks hanging grey

Saying "Jimmy dear Jimmy

Don't you run away

And don't you leave your own country

Till your trial it come on

For you never will be hanged

For the shooting of a swan "

All the girls in this country

They're all glad we know

For to see pretty Polly and lying so low

Oh you could pile them into a mountain

You could line them all in a row

And her beauty would shine

Among them like a fountain of snow

Now the trial it came on

And pretty Polly did appear

Saying "Uncle dear uncle

Let Jimmy go clear

For with me apron thrown over me

He took me for a swan

And his own love lay bleeding

For it was Polly his own "