Polly, she is fine. she is pretty and she's kind
She's fallen for a sailor, and he to her proved kind
He said: "I'm sorry for to say, Polly, I must sail away
Oh, but I will take you dancing upon our wedding day
I will take you dancing upon our wedding day."

Seven years are o'er, seven years or more
Polly's waiting for her sailor, she weeps there on the shore
At lenght a man came by, weeping Polly did he spy
"Maiden, let me take you dancing and let your tears be dry
Maiden, let me take you dancing and let your tears be dry."

Polly in suprise, she wipes her tear and then she sighs
"I fear that my young sailor on the ocean bed lies
For you I've not a care, for my heart is with him there
And I'll never go a-dancing with you, I do declare
And I'll never go a-dancing with you, I do declare."

"Polly, don't you see? Oh, that happy now we'll be
For I am your young sailor, whose come home from the sea
And here with you I'll stay and no more I'll sail away
But we will go a-dancing upon our wedding day
We will go a-dancing upon our wedding day
Oh, and let me take you dancing upon wedding day."