Pretty Polly

Willie came from Langdon, a city barely town
Willie came from Langdon, a city barely town
He met a beautiful lady, her body never was found

Polly, pretty Polly, won't you come along with me?
Polly, pretty Polly, won't you come along with me?
Before we get married some places you will see

Oh Willie, oh Willie, I'm 'fraid of your ways
Willie, oh Willie, I'm 'fraid of your ways
The way you've been ramblin', you'll lead me astray

They went up to the mountain, and what did they spy?
They went up to the mountain, and what did they spy?
A freshly dug grave and a spade lying by

Oh Polly, pretty Polly, your guess is 'bout right
Polly, pretty Polly, your guess is 'bout right
I dug up your grave for some part of last night

He stabbed her through her heart and her heart's blood did flow
He stabbed her through her heart and her heart's blood did flow
And down to the grave pretty Polly did go

He threw a little dirt over her and turned to go home
He threw a little dirt over her and turned to go home
Left nothing behind but the wild birds to roam