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 it's mark

She'd her apron wrapped about her and he took her for a swan
But it's, 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

She'd her apron wrapped about her and he took her for a swan
But it's, oh and alas, it was she, Polly Von

He bore her away to his home by the sea
Crying father, oh father, I murdered poor Polly!
I've killed my fair love in the flower of her life!
I always intended that she'll be my wife

But she'd her apron wrapped about her and I took her for a swan,
And it's, 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

She'd her apron wrapped about her and he took her for a swan
But it's, oh and alas, it was she, Polly Von