One midsummer's evening, the sun being gone down, Young Polly went walking by the side of a pond. She sat under the shady trees, the showers for to shun, With her apron wrapped around her, as white as a swan. Young Willy went hunting with his dog and his gun, Young Willy went hunting as the evening came on. Down among those green rushes, as the evening came on, He shot his own true love in the room of a swan. And when he'd seen what he'd done away he did run Crying, "Father, dear father, do you see what I've done? Down among those green rushes, as the evening came on, I shot my own true love in the room of a swan." "Stay at home, dear Willy, till your trial do come on, That you may not be banished to some far land. On the day of your trial your father will appear With a hundred bright guineas if that will you clear." On the day of the trial young Polly did appear, Crying, "People, oh people, let Willy go clear, Down among those green rushes, as the evening came on, He shot his own true love in the room of a swan."