Pretty Polly - Rory Block, Kelly Joe Phelps

I used to be a rambler, staying around in town

I used to be a rambler, staying around in town

I courted Pretty Polly, such a beauty never found

Pretty Polly, pretty Polly, oh yonder she stands

Pretty Polly, pretty Polly, oh yonder she stands

Gold rings on her finger and lily white hands

Pretty Polly, pretty Polly, go along with me

Pretty Polly, pretty Polly, go along with me

Before we get married, some pleasure for to see

He led her over mountains and valleys so deep

He led her over mountains and valleys so deep

At last, Pretty Polly, she began to weep

Oh Willy, oh Willy, I’m afraid of your ways

Oh Willy, oh Willy, I’m afraid of your ways

Afraid you will lead my poor body astray

Polly, you’re guessing about right

Polly, you’re guessing about right

I dug on your grave, almost all last night

She walked two steps further and what did she spy

She walked to steps further and what did she spy

A new-dug grave and a spade lying by

Let me go, let me go, I’m afraid of you Willy

Let me go, let me go, I’m afraid of you Willy

I can’t go back, I can’t be your wife

Polly, oh Polly that never be

Polly, oh Polly that never be

Your reputation bring trouble to me

He stabbed her through her breast and blood did flow

He stabbed her through her breast and blood did flow

And down into the ground Polly did go

Oh Willy, oh Willy you’re gonna have to pay

Oh Willy, oh Willy you’re gonna have to pay

For killing pretty Polly and running away