Handsome Polly-O 

Oh a regiment of soldiers came to Mohill-o 
A regiment of soldiers came to Mohill-o 
And the captain on parade 
He fell in love with a ladies' maid 
And the name that she was called was handsome Polly-o 

Will you 'list in the army, handsome Polly-o? (x2) 
Ah you'll get a horse to ride 
And your rifle by your side 
And a whole band of music going afore ye-o. 

Didn't I give you your answer long, long ago? (x2) 
That I ne'er intend to roam 
Into any foreign shore 
Nor to marry a poor soldier in the army-o. 

Now when she came in presence of the captain-o (x2) 
Ah she made him there to stand 
With his cap and gun in hand 
And she laughed him to scorn to his soldiers-o. 

The regiment got the rout into Iveagh-o (x2) 
And the captain he fell sick 
And he died all in a week 
And it was all for the love of handsome Polly-o. 

And all for the love of handsome Polly-o. 
Ah the captain he fell sick 
And he died all in a week 
And it was all for the love of handsome Polly-o. 

The soldiers went to mourn for the captain-o (x2) 
For if Polly wouldn't do 
They would get another view 
For there were far better girls out in Iveagh-o.