I fell in love with the roll of her [bad word] 
Fell in love with her horn's blaring noise.
And I fell in love with her lute's gentle [bad word] 
And I fell in love with her voice.

Polly lay over, so close to the wall,
When I opened my mouth for to sing.
And my throat could not stall the melodious call,
My words in the chamber did ring:

"I will squeeze your lungs like the bellows of an organ,
And blow on your bones like the pipes.
With a rat-a-tat-tat on your skull like a [bad word] 
rat-a-tat-tat on your skull.

Of your yellow hair, oh, I will fashion a bow
To scrape out a tune on your heart.
Of your long fingernails I will fashion ten quills
To pluck on your veins like a harp."

Polly rose up when my words were all told,
And this she did say unto me,

"I will visit the same upon thee thousand-fold,
I will visit the same upon thee.
And may you [bad word] one with the water so dumb,
Flow away, flow away, flow away.

Flow away, flow away, flow away, flow away.
Away, flow away, flow away."