"But if his own misfortunes have made him insensible to mine,--a
father, sure, will be more compassionate. Dear, dear sir, sink
the material evidence, and bring him off at his trial,--Polly
upon her knees begs it of you.
"When my hero in court appears,
And stands arraign'd for his life,
Then think of poor Polly's tears,
For ah! poor Polly's his wife.
Like the sailor he holds up his hand,
Distress'd on the dashing wave;
To die a dry death at land
Is as bad as a wat'ry grave.
And alas, poor Polly!
Alack, and well-a-day!
Before I was in love,
Oh! every month was May.