Sweet Polly Oliver - Sarah Brightman (莎拉·布莱曼)

Written by：trad/britten benjamin

As sweet Polly Oliver lay musing in bed

A sudden strange fancy came into her head

Nor father nor mother shall make me false prove

I'll 'list as a soldier

And follow my love

So early next morning she softly arose

And dressed herself up in her

Dead brother's clothes

She cut her hair close

And she stained her face brown

And went for a soldier to fair London Town

Then up spoke the sergeant one day at his drill

Now who's good for nursing

A captain he's ill

I'm ready said Polly

To nurse him she's gone

And finds it's her true love all wasted and wan

The first week the docter kept shaking his head

No nursing young fellow can save him he said

But when Pooly Oliver had nursed him back to life

He cried you have cherished

Him as if you were his wife

O then Polly Oliver

She burst into tears

And told the good doctor her hopes and her fears

And very shortly after for better or for worse

The captain took joyfully his pretty soldier nurse