Pretty Polly Lyrics - Josh Ritter

Pretty Polly, please come on down 

From your home home high up off the ground 

In the tree dark and forlorn 

Where the rope hangs bruised and worn 

Though I'll never fly to you 

It's the last thing I would do 

You have dug two holes so deep 

I'm afraid that one's for me 

Pretty Polly must I cry 

Without your voice I'll fear I'd die 

The song you sing and the story you tell 

We must keep them to ourselves 

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Oh I know my voice like nightingale 

Now I have my brand new tale 

Of a tree dark and forlorn 

Where a rope hang bruised and worn 

Petty Polly, I have bread 

That I have not eaten yet 

Come and take them from my halls 

Then we'll lay your song to rest 

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I suppose my song can wait 

For I am hungry and grows late 

I will eat your bread and then 

I will sing my song again