PRETTY POLLY



  Oh, where is pretty Polly, oh, yonder she stands,
  Gold rings on the fingers of her lily-white hands;
  "O Polly, 0 Polly, 0 Polly," said he,
  "Let's take a little walk before married we be."
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  He led her over hills and through valleys so deep,
  At length pretty Polly began for to weep.
  "O William, 0 William, 0 William," said she,
"I fear your intention is for to murder me!"

                        3
 "0 Polly, 0 Polly, you're guessing just right,
 I was digging your grave through the most of last night!"
 They went a little further and she began to cry,
 She saw her grave dug and the spade a-setting by.
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  She threw her arms around him, saying "'I am in no fear,
  How can you kill a poor girl who loves you so dear"
110 Polly, 0 Polly, we have no time to stand,"
  He drew out his dagger and held it in his hand.

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  He stabbed her to the tender heart which caused the blood to flow,
  Away into the grave her fair body did throw.
  He threw the dirt over her and left her there alone,
  With no one to weep but the small birds to moan.
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 A ship was setting ready all on the sea-side,
 He swore by his Maker he'd sail to the other side,
 And while he was sailing the ship it sprung a leak,
 Away down to the bottom sweet William did sink.

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 And there he met pretty Polly all in gores of blood,
 Her lily-white arms all in front of him,
 Such screaming and crying then all passed away:
"A debt to the devil I'm dreading to pay."