Pretty Polly

Oh I used to be a rambler, I stayed around in town I used to be a rambler, I stayed around in town I courted pretty Polly, such beauty never been found Pretty Polly, pretty Polly, oh yonder she stands Pretty Polly, pretty Polly, oh yonder she stands With rings on her fingers and lily-white hands Pretty Polly, pretty Polly, come take a walk with me Pretty Polly, pretty Polly, come take a walk with me Oh when we get married some pleasure to see He led her over hills and valleys so deep He led her over hills and valleys so deep At last pretty Polly, she began to weep Says "Oh Willie, oh Willie, I'm 'fraid of your way Oh Willie, oh Willie, I'm afraid of your way You're minded to ramble and lead me astray" Pretty Polly, pretty Polly, you guessin' about right Pretty Polly, pretty Polly, you guessin' about right I dug on your grave two-thirds of last night They went on a piece farther and what did she spy? She went on a piece farther and what did she spy? A new dug grave and a spade lying by She threw her arms around him and began for to weep She threw her arms around him and began for to weep At last pretty Polly, soon fell asleep