Down in the meadows the violets so blue
There I saw pretty Polly milking her cow
The song that she sung made all the grove to ring
- “My Billy is gone and left me to serve the king
And I wish the wars were all over”
I step’t up to her and made this reply
And said, “My dear Polly what makes you to cry?”
- “My Billy is gone from me whom I love so dear
The Americans will kill him so great is my fear
And I wish the wars were all over”
I said, “My dear Polly, can you fancy me
I‘ll make you as happy as happy can be”
- “No, no, sir”, said she, “that never can be
I ne’er be happy till my Billy I see
And I wish the wars were all over”
I still amazed to hear what she said
The small bird a singing on every tree
The notes that she sung where nightingale notes
How the lark and the linnets warble their throats
“And I wish the wars were all over”
- “I now for my parents no longer can stay
To seek for my Billy I’ll hast away
To see if my Billy will make me his wife
So free for his sake I’ll venture my life
And I wish the wars were all over”
- “I now to some tailor I’ll hast and away
To rig myself out in some young man’s array
Like a bold fellow, so neat and so trim
So free for his sake I’ll go serve the king
And I wish the wars were all over”
There I saw pretty Polly milking her cow
The song that she sung made all the grove to ring
- “My Billy is gone and left me to serve the king
And I wish the wars were all over”
I step’t up to her and made this reply
And said, “My dear Polly what makes you to cry?”
- “My Billy is gone from me whom I love so dear
The Americans will kill him so great is my fear
And I wish the wars were all over”
I said, “My dear Polly, can you fancy me
I‘ll make you as happy as happy can be”
- “No, no, sir”, said she, “that never can be
I ne’er be happy till my Billy I see
And I wish the wars were all over”
I still amazed to hear what she said
The small bird a singing on every tree
The notes that she sung where nightingale notes
How the lark and the linnets warble their throats
“And I wish the wars were all over”
- “I now for my parents no longer can stay
To seek for my Billy I’ll hast away
To see if my Billy will make me his wife
So free for his sake I’ll venture my life
And I wish the wars were all over”
- “I now to some tailor I’ll hast and away
To rig myself out in some young man’s array
Like a bold fellow, so neat and so trim
So free for his sake I’ll go serve the king
And I wish the wars were all over”
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