1.Dear Polly，these are joyful days；
Your feet can choose their own sweet ways；You have no care for anything.
Free as a swallow on the wing ，You hunt the hay-field over To find a four-leaved clover .
2.But this I tell you，Polly dear，One thing in life you need not fear；Bad luck，believe me，never hauntsA child who works for what she wants，And hunts a hay-field overTo find a four-leaved clover！
3.The little leaf is not so wise As it may seem in foolish eyes；But then，dear Polly，don‘t you see，Since you were willing carefullyTo hunt the hay-field over，You found your four-leaved clover.
4.Your patience may have long to wait，Whether in little things or great，But all good luck，as you will learn，Belongs to those who work and earn.Who hunts the hay-field over Will find the four-leaved clover.
