Sweet Polly Plunkett lay in the grass Turned her eyes heavenward, sighing "I am a lass who alas loves a lad Who alas has a lass in Canterbury 'Tis a row dow diddle dow day 'Tis a row dow diddle dow dee..." Sweet Polly Plunkett saw her life pass Flow down the city road, crying "Oh, I am a lass who alas loves a lad Who alas has a lass loves another lad Who once I had In Canterbury 'Tis a row dow diddle dow day 'Tis a row dow diddle dow dee..."