Pretty Polly Songtext
von The Dillards

When I lived in London, a city, mill and town
When I lived in London, a city, mill and town
I met a beautiful lady, her beauty 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 upon the mountain, and what did they spy?
They went upon the mountain, and what did they spy?
A newly-dug grave and a spade lying by

"Polly, Pretty Polly, your guess is about right
Polly, Pretty Polly, your guess is about right
I dug on your grave in the heart of last night"

He stabbed her to her heart, and her heart's blood did flow
He stabbed her to her heart, and her heart′s blood did flow
And into 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
Leaving nothing behind but the wild birds to roam

Pretty Polly (Pretty Polly, Pretty Polly)