m.j.harris and martyn bates - the death of polly | Текст песни

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• m.j.harris and martyn bates
• the death of polly

“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 ride,
She got up behind him and away they did ride,
Over the hills and the valleys so wide.

They rode a little further and what did they spy,
They rode a little further and what did they spy,
But a new-dug grave with a spade lying by.

“Oh Willy, oh Willy, I'm scared of your ways,
Oh Willy, oh Willy, I'm scared of your ways,
Scared you might lead my poor body astray.”

“There's no time to talk now, there's no time to stand.
There's no time to talk now, there's no time to stand.”
And in his right hand the dagger being.

Stabbed to the heart and the heart-blood did flow,
Stabbed to the heart and the heart-blood did flow,
Into her grave pretty Polly did go.

He threw a little dirt over her and started for home,
He threw a little dirt over her and started for home,
Leaving nothing behind but the wild birds to moan.

And it's debt to the devil, and Willy must pay,
And it's debt to the devil, and Willy must pay,
For killing pretty Polly and running away.