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
Polly, pretty Polly, you've guessed just about right Polly, pretty Polly, you've guessed just about right I've dug on your grave the best part of last night
And he stabbed her in the heart and the heart-blood did flow And he stabbed her in 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 awayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
