Lyrics Bucovina (Ian Oliver's Clubovina Mix) - Ian Oliver feat. Chantel
Sarah
Brightman
Miscellaneous
Sweet
Polly
Oliver
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,
whe
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.
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