# 272 BOB DYLAN & THE DAVID BROMBERG BAND - Polly Vaughan (1992) Video

ACME RECORDING
CHICAGO, ILLINOIS
JUNE 3-5, 1992
Produced by David Bromberg

Bob Dylan (vocal & guitar) backed by David Bromberg (guitar) and his band: Peter Ecklund (trumpet), John Firmin (tenor saxophone & clarinet), Curtis Linberg (trombone), Glen Lowe (guitar), Dick Fegy (fiddle & mandolin), Jeff Wisor (fiddle & mandolin), Christopher Cameron (keyboards), Robert Amiot (bass), Richard Crooks (drums).

POLLY VAUGHAN
Traditional

All ye brave huntsmen who follow the gun
Beware of a-shooting at the setting of the sun
For her true love went a-huntin' and he shot in the dark
But oh and alas Polly Vaughn was his mark.

She had her apron wrapped about her and he took her for a swan
Oh and alas - it was she, Polly Vaughn

He ran up beside her when he found it was she
His legs they grew weak and his eyes could not see
He embraced her in his arms when he found she was dead
And a fountain of tears for his true love he shed

Oh, she had her apron wrapped about her and he took her for a swan
Oh and alas - it was she, Polly Vaughn

He took her in his arms and home ran he
Crying: "Father, dear father, I've shot fair Polly
I've shot that fair female in the bloom of her life
And I always intended to make her my wife

She had her apron wrapped about her and I took her for a swan
Oh and alas - it was she, Polly Vaughn"

Midnight, in his chamber, Polly Vaughn did appear
Crying: "Jimmy oh Jimmy you have nothing to fear
Stay in your country till your trial comes on
you shall not be convicted for what you have done

For I had my apron wrapped about me and you took me for a swan
But oh and alas - it was I, Polly Vaughn"

In the midst of his trial Polly Vaughn did appear
Crying: "Uncle dear Uncle Jimmy Randall must be cleared"
The judge and the lawyers stood around in a row
Polly Vaughn in the middle like a fountain of snow

She had her apron wrapped about her and he took her for a swan
Oh and alas, it was she, Polly Vaughn

He roamed near the place where his true love was slain
He wept bitter tears, but his tears 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