3. Jimmy Songtext
von Mishaped Pearls

Young Jimmy was out hunting fowl
Was hunting all alone
When he shot down his own true love
In the guise of a swan

And when he first went to her
And found it was she
He was shaking and trembling
His eyes could scarcely see

Jimmy dear Jimmy
Wait till the trial comes on
I know that you shall never be hanged
For the crime that you have done

So now you are dead my love
And your sorrows are over
Fare-thee- well my bonny dear
I'll see you no more


Went home said uncle dear uncle
Have you heard what I've done
For I have shot my own true love
In the form of a swan

Jimmy dear Jimmy
Wait till the trial comes on
I know that you shall never be hanged
For the crime that you have done

And then the trial came on
And Polly's ghost appeared
Crying uncle dear uncle
Let Jimmy go clear

For my apron was thrown around me
He mistook me for a swan
You know he never would've shot
His own Polly Vaughn

Jimmy dear Jimmy
Wait till the trial comes on
I know that you shall never be hanged
For the crime that you have done


Jimmy dear Jimmy
Wait till the trial comes on
I know that you shall never be hanged
For the crime that you have done

Jimmy dear Jimmy
Wait till the trial comes on
I know that you shall never be hanged
For the crime that you have done