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Message: <blockquote data-quote="TheAuldGrump" data-source="post: 2091982" data-attributes="member: 6957">Hmmm, an example from a folk song...The Rolling of the StoneAnd will you come to the rolling of the stoneThe tossing of the ball?Or will you come for to see pretty Suzy,And dance among them all?No, will not come to the rolling of the stone,The tossing of the bowl.But I will come for to see pretty Suzy,And dance among them all.Well, they not danced but a single dance,Mor than once or twice around,When the sword that hung by her true loves side,Gave to him his mortal wound.Oh, and will you drink from the chalice of the blood,The white wine and the red?And who will come for to dance with you Suzy,When I'm cold and dead?Well, they picked him up, and they carried him away,For he was sore distressed,They carried him, and buried him all in the green wood,Where he was wont to rest.Pretty Suzy, she come a wandering by,A tablet under her arm.Until she came to her true loves grave,And she began to charm.She charmed the leaves from out of the trees,The birds from out their nests,She charmed her true love out of his grave,Till he could no longer rest...As for "Friendly Fire"...Polly VaughnSo come all you young sportsman, that carry a gunI will have you go home by the light of the sun,For young Jimmy was a-fowling, was a-fowling alone.When he shot his own true-love in the rue of a swan.So the first he went to her and found it was she,He was shaking and trembling, his eyes scarce could see,"So now you are dead, love, and your sorrows are o'er;Fare thee well my dear Polly, l shall see you no more."Then home went young Jimmy with his dog and his gun,Saying: "Uncle, dear uncle, have you heard what I've done ?Cursed be the gunsmith that made me old gunFor I've shot my own true-love in the rue of a swan.""For she had her apron wrapped around her,And I took her for a swan,And my gun didn't miss,And it was Polly, my own.Then out come bold uncle with his locks hanging grey,Saying "Jimmy, dear Jimmy, don't you run away.Don't you leave your own counterie till the trial comes on,For you ne'er shall be hanged for the shooting of a swan."Midnight, in his chamber, Polly Vaughn did appearCrying: "Jimmy oh Jimmy you have nothing to fearStay in your country till your trial comes onyou shall not be convicted for what you have done"For I had my apron wrapped about me and you took me for a swanBut oh and alas - it was I, Polly Vaughn"In the midst of his trial Polly Vaughn did appearCrying: "Uncle dear Uncle Jimmy Randall must be cleared"The judge and the lawyers stood around in a rowPolly Vaughn in the middle like a fountain of snowShe had her apron wrapped about her and he took her for a swanOh and alas, it was she, Polly VaughnThe Auld Grump</blockquote>

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