Pretty Polly - Bert Jansch

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 away they did ride

She jumped up behind him and away they did ride

Over the hills and the valleys so wide

They rode on a little further and what did they spy

They rode on a little further and what did they spy

But a new dug grave with a spade lying by

Oh Willy, oh Willy, I’m a-scared of your ways

Willy, oh Willy, I’m a-scared of your ways

Scared you may lead my poor body astray

There’s no time to talk now, there’s no time to stand

There’s no time to talk and there’s no time to stand

And in his right hand a dagger

He stabbed her through the heart and her heart’s blood did flow

Stabbed her through the heart and her heart’s blood did flow

And into her grave pretty Polly did go

He threw a little dirt over her, started for home

Threw a little dirt over her, started for home

He left nothing behind but the wild birds to morn