I fell in love with the roll of her drum, Fell in love with her horn's blaring noise. And I fell in love with her lute's gentle strum, And I fell in love with her voice.
Polly lay over, so close to the wall, When I opened my mouth for to sing. And my throat could not stall the melodious call, My words in the chamber did ring:
"I will squeeze your lungs like the bellows of an organ, And blow on your bones like the pipes. With a rat-a-tat-tat on your skull like a drum, A rat-a-tat-tat on your skull.
Of your yellow hair, oh, I will fashion a bow To scrape out a tune on your heart. Of your long fingernails I will fashion ten quills To pluck on your veins like a harp."
Polly rose up when my words were all told, And this she did say unto me,
"I will visit the same upon thee thousand-fold, I will visit the same upon thee. And may you become one with the water so dumb, Flow away, flow away, flow away.