Pretty Polly
There used to be a gambler who courted all around
There used to be a gambler who courted all around
He courted Pretty Polly, such beauty'd never been found
Pretty Polly, Pretty Polly, come go along with me
Pretty Polly, Pretty Polly, come go along with me
Before we get married some pleasures to see
She jumped up behind him and 'way they did go
She jumped up behind him and 'way they did go
Down into the valley that was far below
They went a little further and what did they spy?
They went a little further and what did they spy?
But a newly-dug grave with a spade lying by
Oh Willy, hey Willy, I'm afraid of your ways
Oh Willy, hey Willy, I'm afraid of your ways
I'm afraid you will lead my poor body astray
Pretty Polly, Pretty Polly, your guess is just right
Pretty Polly, Pretty Polly, your guess is just right
I've dug on your grave the better part of last night
Then he stabbed her in the heart till her heart's blood did flow
He stabbed her in the heart till her heart's blood did flow
And into the grave Pretty Polly did go
Now a debt to the devil that Willy must pay
A dept to the devil that Willy must pay
For killing Pretty Polly and running away
There used to be a gambler who courted all around
He courted Pretty Polly, such beauty'd never been found
Pretty Polly, Pretty Polly, come go along with me
Pretty Polly, Pretty Polly, come go along with me
Before we get married some pleasures to see
She jumped up behind him and 'way they did go
She jumped up behind him and 'way they did go
Down into the valley that was far below
They went a little further and what did they spy?
They went a little further and what did they spy?
But a newly-dug grave with a spade lying by
Oh Willy, hey Willy, I'm afraid of your ways
Oh Willy, hey Willy, I'm afraid of your ways
I'm afraid you will lead my poor body astray
Pretty Polly, Pretty Polly, your guess is just right
Pretty Polly, Pretty Polly, your guess is just right
I've dug on your grave the better part of last night
Then he stabbed her in the heart till her heart's blood did flow
He stabbed her in the heart till her heart's blood did flow
And into the grave Pretty Polly did go
Now a debt to the devil that Willy must pay
A dept to the devil that Willy must pay
For killing Pretty Polly and running away
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Writer(s): Bert Jansch
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