Pretty Polly Lyrics - Dillards

Willie lived in London; a city-mill in town 

Willie lived in London; a city-mill in town 

I met a beautiful lady, her beauty'd never been found 

They called her "Pretty Polly, come go along with me 

Polly, Pretty Polly, come go along with me 

Before we get married, some place you will see" 

"Willie, oh Willie, I'm 'fraid of your ways 

Willie, oh Willie, I'm 'fraid of your ways 

The way you've been ramblin', you'll lead me astray" 

They went up o'er the mountain, and what did they spy 

They went up o'er the mountain, and what did they spy 

A newly-dug grave and a spade lyin' by 

"Polly, Pretty Polly, your guess is 'bout right 

Polly, Pretty Polly, your guess is 'bout right 

I dug on your grave in the heart of last night" 

He stabbed'er through her heart and her heart's blood did flow 

He stabbed'er through her heart and her heart's blood did flow 

And into her grave Pretty Polly did go 

He threw a little dirt over her and turned to go home 

He threw a little dirt over her and turned to go home 

Leave nothing behind but the wild birds to roam 

Pretty Polly, Polly, Pretty Polly