Do I know Polly Brown? Do I know her? Why,
You might as well ask if I know my own name?
It's a wonder you never heard tell of old Sammy,
Her father, my mate in the Crackenback claim.
He asks if I know little Poll! Why, I nursed her
As often, I reckon as old Mother Brown
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem