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