1. I shall tell of a hunter whose life was undone
   By the cruel hand of evil at the setting of the sun
   His arrow was loosed and it flew through the dark,
   And his true love was slain as the shaft found it's mark. 
   
R: She'd her apron wrapped about her and he took her for a swan
   But it's oh and alas it was she, Polly Von 
   
2. He ran up beside her and found it was she
   He turned away his head for he could not bear to see
   He lifted her up and found she was dead,
   A fountain of tears for his true love, he shed. 
R:
   
3. He bore her away to his home by the sea
   Cryin' "Father, oh father, I murdered poor Polly!
   I've killed my fair love in the flower of her life!
   I always intended that she be my wife." 
   
   "But she'd her apron wrapped about her 
   And I took her for a swan,
   And it's oh and alas it was she, Polly Von." 
   
4. He roamed near the place where his true love was slain
   He wept bitter tears, but his cries were all in vain.
   As he looked on the lake, a swan glided by
   And the sun slowly sank in the grey of the sky. 
R: