Chorus.—O lovely Polly Stewart,

O charming Polly Stewart,

There's ne'er a flower that blooms in May,

That's half so fair as thou art!

The flower it blaws, it fades, it fa's,

And art can ne'er renew it;

But worth and truth, eternal youth

Will gie to Polly Stewart,

O lovely Polly Stewart, &c.

May he whase arms shall fauld thy charms

Possess a leal and true heart!

To him be given to ken the heaven

He grasps in Polly Stewart!

O lovely Polly Stewart, &c.