"Pretty Polly"
(Traditional)
Polly, pretty Polly, come go along with me
Polly, pretty Polly, come go along with me
Before we get married, some pleasure to see
She
got up behind him and away they did go
She got up
behind him and away they did go
Over the hills to
the valley so low
They went up a little farther,
And what did they spy?
They went up a little farther,
And what did they spy?
A newly dug grave
with a spade lying by
He stabbed her through the
heart,
Her heart's blood, it did flow
He stabbed her through the heart,
Her heart's blood, it did flow
And into the grave pretty Polly did go
He
threw something over her
And turned to go home
He threw something over her
And turned to go home
With
nothing behind him
But the girl there to mourn
