The Sheffield Apprentice Songtext / Lyric

She flew into a passion
And turned away from me,
Resolved within herself
She would be revenged on me;
Her gold ring from her finger,
As she was passing by,
She slipped it in my pocket,
And for it I must die. For that before the justice,
The justice I was brought,
And there before the justice
I answered for my fault;
Long time I pleaded innocent
But that was all in vain,
She swore so false against me
That I was sent to gaol.

On the day of execution,
All on that fatal day,
I prayed the people round me
"O pray come pity me.
Don't laugh at my downfall,
For I bid this world adieu;
Farewell my dearest Polly,
I died for love of you!"