Dillards - Pretty Polly lyrics

Willie lived in London; a city-mill in town Willie lived in London; a city-mill in town I met a beautiful lady, her beauty'd never been found They called her "Pretty Polly, come go along with me Polly, Pretty Polly, come go along with me Before we get married, some place you will see" "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 o'er the mountain, and what did they spy They went up o'er the mountain, and what did they spy A newly-dug grave and a spade lyin' by "Polly, Pretty Polly, your guess is 'bout right Polly, Pretty Polly, your guess is 'bout right I dug on your grave in the heart of last night" He stabbed'er through her heart and her heart's blood did flow He stabbed'er through her heart and her heart's blood did flow And into her 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 Leave nothing behind but the wild birds to roam Pretty Polly, Polly, Pretty Polly