Pretty Polly Songtext
von The Byrds
Pretty Polly Songtext
There used to be a gambler
Who courted all around
There used to be a gambler
Who courted all around
He courted Pretty Polly
Such beauty never been found
Pretty Polly, Pretty Polly
Come go ′long with me
Pretty Polly, Pretty Polly
Come go 'long with me
Before we get married
Some pleasures to see
She jumped up behind him
And away they did go
She jumped up behind him
And away they did go
Down into the valley
That was far below
They went a little further
And what did they spy?
They went a little further
And what did they spy?
But a new dug grave
With a spade lyin′ by
Oh, Willie, hey, Willie
I'm afraid of your ways
Oh, Willie, hey, Willie
I'm afraid of your ways
I′m afraid you will lead
My poor body astray
Pretty Polly, Pretty Polly
You guessed it just right
Pretty Polly, Pretty Polly
You guessed it just right
I dug on your grave
The better part of last night
Then he stabbed her in the heart
′Til her heart's blood did flow
He stabbed her in the heart
′Til her heart's blood did flow
Down into the grave
Pretty Polly did go
Now a debt to the devil
That Willie must pay
A debt to the devil
That Willie must pay
For killing Pretty Polly
And running away
Who courted all around
There used to be a gambler
Who courted all around
He courted Pretty Polly
Such beauty never been found
Pretty Polly, Pretty Polly
Come go ′long with me
Pretty Polly, Pretty Polly
Come go 'long with me
Before we get married
Some pleasures to see
She jumped up behind him
And away they did go
She jumped up behind him
And away they did go
Down into the valley
That was far below
They went a little further
And what did they spy?
They went a little further
And what did they spy?
But a new dug grave
With a spade lyin′ by
Oh, Willie, hey, Willie
I'm afraid of your ways
Oh, Willie, hey, Willie
I'm afraid of your ways
I′m afraid you will lead
My poor body astray
Pretty Polly, Pretty Polly
You guessed it just right
Pretty Polly, Pretty Polly
You guessed it just right
I dug on your grave
The better part of last night
Then he stabbed her in the heart
′Til her heart's blood did flow
He stabbed her in the heart
′Til her heart's blood did flow
Down into the grave
Pretty Polly did go
Now a debt to the devil
That Willie must pay
A debt to the devil
That Willie must pay
For killing Pretty Polly
And running away
Writer(s): Chris Hillman, Roger Mc Guinn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

