Pretty Polly

Pretty Polly, pretty Polly, come go along with me Polly, Pretty Polly, go along with me 'Fore we get married, some pleasures to see She climbed up behind him and away they did ride Climbed up behind him and away they did ride O'er the mountains to the other side Oh Willie, oh Willie, I'm afraid of your ways Willie, Oh Willie, I'm afraid of your ways I fear your intention to lead me astray They rode o'er the mountains and valleys so deep Rode o'er the mountains and valleys so deep Soon Pretty Polly, she began to weep Pretty Polly, pretty Polly, your guess is 'bout right Polly, Pretty Polly, your guess is 'bout right I dug on your grave the better part of last night He stabbed her the heart, her heart's blood did flow Stabbed her the heart, her heart's blood did flow Into the grave Pretty Polly did go (Oh, Pretty Polly) (Oh, Pretty Polly) (Oh, Pretty Polly) (Oh, Pretty Polly) (Oh, Pretty Polly) Well now, gentlemen and ladies, I bid you farewell Gentlemen and ladies, I bid you farewell For killing Pretty Polly, my soul will be in hell