Vandaveer - Pretty Polly | Текст песни

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Polly pretty Polly come go along with me,
Polly pretty Polly come go along with me,
Before we get married some pleasures to see.

Willy, Oh Willy I'm afraid of your ways
Willy, Oh Willy I'm afraid of your ways
I'm afraid that you're leadin' my poor body astray.

She jumped up beside him and away they did go,
She jumped up beside him and away they did go,
Over the mountains and the valleys below.

Willy oh Willy I'm afraid for my life,
Willy oh Willy I'm afraid for my life,
I'm afraid you mean to murder me and leave me behind,

Polly pretty Polly you're guessing about right,
Polly pretty Polly you're guessing about right,
I've been digging your grave for the best part of last night.

He stabbed her through the heart and her hot blood did
flow,
He stabbed her through the heart and her hot blood did
flow,
And into the 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 nobody there but the wild birds to moan.

A debt to the devil Billy must pay,
A debt to the devil Billy must pay,
For killing pretty Polly and running away.
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Oh Poll, dear Polly, come, go along with me
Polly, pretty Polly, come, go along with me
Before we get married some pleasures to see

Willie, oh Willie, I'm afraid of your ways
Willie, oh Willie, I'm afraid of your way
I'm afraid you will lead my poor body astray

Oh Polly, dear Polly, you're guessing 'bout right
Polly, dear Polly, you're guessing just about right
I dug on your grave the best part of the night

He went a few steps further and what did she spot?
Went a few steps further and what did she spy?
But a new dug grave and a sway lying by

He stabbed her in her heart and her heart's blood did flow
He stabbed her in her heart and her heart's blood did flow
And into the grave pretty Polly did go

Oh, gentlemen and ladies, I bid you farewell
Gentlemen and ladies, I bid you farewell
For killing pretty Polly my soul will go to hell.

It's a debt to the devil poor Willie must pay
It's a debt to the devil poor Willie must pay
For killing pretty Polly and running away.

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