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Sweet Polly Oliver
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As sweet Polly Oliver lay musing in bed,
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A sudden strange fancy came into her head.
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-Nor father nor mother shall make me false prove,
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I'll 'list as a soldier, and follow my love.
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So early next morning she softly arose,
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And dressed herself up in her dead brother's clothes.
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She cut her hair close, and she stained her face brown,
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And went for a soldier to fair London Town.
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Then up spoke the sergeant one day at his drill,
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-Now who's good for nursing? A captain, he's ill.
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"I'm ready," said Polly. To nurse him she's gone,
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And finds it's her true love all wasted and wan.
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The first week the docter kept shaking his head,
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-No nursing, young fellow, can save him, he said.
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But when Pooly Oliver had nursed him back to life
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He cried, "You have cherished him as if you were his wife.
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O then Polly Oliver, whe burst into tears
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And told the good doctor her hopes and her fears,
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And very shortly after, for better or for worse,
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The captain took joyfully his pretty soldier nurse.
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Sweet Polly Oliver
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| Sarah Brightman |
