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
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 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
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 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
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 (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