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."