Polly, pretty Polly, come go along with me
Polly, pretty Polly, come go along with me
Before we get married some pleasure to see
She got up behind him and away they did ride
She got up behind him and away they did ride
Over the hills and the valleys so wide
They rode a little further and what did they spy
They rode a little further and what did they spy
But a new-dug grave with a spade lying by
Oh w****, oh w****, I'm scared of your ways
Oh w****, oh w****, I'm scared of your ways
Scared you might lead my poor body astray
Polly, pretty Polly, you've guessed just about right
Polly, pretty Polly, you've guessed just about right
I've dug on your grave the best part of last night
And he stabbed her in the heart and the heart-blood did flow
And he stabbed her in the heart and the heart-blood did flow
Into her grave pretty Polly did go
He threw a little dirt over her and started for home
He threw a little dirt over her and started for home
Leaving nothing behind but the wild birds to moan
And it's debt to the devil, and w**** must pay
And it's debt to the devil, and w**** must pay
For killing pretty Polly and running away
Polly, pretty Polly, come go along with me
Before we get married some pleasure to see
She got up behind him and away they did ride
She got up behind him and away they did ride
Over the hills and the valleys so wide
They rode a little further and what did they spy
They rode a little further and what did they spy
But a new-dug grave with a spade lying by
Oh w****, oh w****, I'm scared of your ways
Oh w****, oh w****, I'm scared of your ways
Scared you might lead my poor body astray
Polly, pretty Polly, you've guessed just about right
Polly, pretty Polly, you've guessed just about right
I've dug on your grave the best part of last night
And he stabbed her in the heart and the heart-blood did flow
And he stabbed her in the heart and the heart-blood did flow
Into her grave pretty Polly did go
He threw a little dirt over her and started for home
He threw a little dirt over her and started for home
Leaving nothing behind but the wild birds to moan
And it's debt to the devil, and w**** must pay
And it's debt to the devil, and w**** must pay
For killing pretty Polly and running away