Oh Polly, pretty Polly, come go along with me.
Oh, Polly, pretty Polly, come go along with me Before we get married, some pleasures to see
She got up behind him and away they did go.
She got up behind him and away they did go, all through the woods, through the valley so low.
They went up a little further and what did they spy?
They went up a little further.
What did they spy?
A new dug grave and a spade lying by.
He stabbed her through the heart, her heart blood it did flow.
He stabbed her through the heart of our blood.
It did float 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, leaving nothing behind but the girl there to moan.
Gentlemen and ladies, I bid you farewell.
Gentlemen and ladies, I bid you farewell.
For killing pretty Polly will damn my soul to hell.
Damn my soul to hell.
