Pretty Polly - Vandaveer

Oh polly, dear polly, come, go along with me

Polly, pretty polly, come, go along with me

Before we get married some pleasures to see

Willie, oh willie, I’m afraid of your ways

Willie, oh willie, I’m afraid of your way

I’m afraid you will lead my poor body astray

Oh polly, dear polly, you’re guessing 'bout right

Polly, dear polly, you’re guessing just about right

I dug on your grave the best part of the night

He went a few steps further and what did she spot?

Went a few steps further and what did she spy?

But a new dug grave and a sway lying by

He stabbed her in her heart and her heart’s blood did flow

He stabbed her in her heart and her heart’s blood did flow

And into the grave pretty polly did go

Oh, gentlemen and ladies, I bid you farewell

Gentlemen and ladies, I bid you farewell

For killing pretty polly my soul will go to hell

It’s a debt to the devil poor willie must pay

It’s a debt to the devil poor willie must pay

For killing pretty polly and running away