His heart was true to Poll.
It’s no matter what you do
If your heart be only true:
And his heart was true to Poll.
’Twas a wreck. William, on shore he swam,
And looked about for an inn;
When a noble savage lady, of a colour rather shady,
Came up with a kind of grin:
“Oh, marry me, and a king you’ll be,
And in a palace loll;