I went hunting in the morning, Polly,nWhen the geese were in the field.nI went hunting in the morning, Polly,nThe geese were in the field.nnThen I saw a woman changingnFrom a woman to a gosling.nThen I saw a woman changingnBefore my eyes.nnAnd the larks sang melodious, Polly,nAt the dawning of the day.nAnd they only know the one song, Polly,nBut they sing it wondrously.nnAnd the beauty of the singing,nAll along the valley ringing,nAnd the beauty of the singingnStayed my hand.