Pretty Polly - Bob Dylan

Oh Willie, oh Willie, I’m scared of your ways

Oh Willie, oh Willie, I’m scared of your ways

I’m scared you will lead my poor body astray

Pretty Polly, Pretty Polly, you guessed just about right

Well, Polly, Pretty Polly, you guessed just about right

For I dug on your grave the best part of last night

She through her arms around him and she began to cry

She through her arms around him and she began to cry

I can’t kill a woman that loves you such as I

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

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

He drew out his dagger all in his right hand

He pierced her in the heart and her lifeblood did run

He pierced her in the heart the lifeblood did flow

Deep in her grave Pretty Polly did go

He threw the dirt around her and then he went home

He threw the dirt around her and then he went home

With nobody there but the wild birds to moan

A debt to the devil Willie must pay

A debt to the devil Willie must pay

For killing Pretty Polly and running away

Oh, where is Pretty Polly?

Yonder she stands

Oh, where is Pretty Polly?

Yonder she stands

The rings on the fingers of her lilywhite hand

The rings on the fingers of her lilywhite hand