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
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
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Writer(s): R. Stanley
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