Polly, pretty Polly, come go along with me
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Polly, pretty Polly, come go along with me
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Before we get married some pleasure to see
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She got up behind him and away they did go
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She got up behind him and away they did go
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Over the hills to the valley so low
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They went up a little farther and what did they spy?
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They went up a little farther and what did they spy?
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A newly dug grave with a spade lying by
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He stabbed her through the heart
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Her heart's blood it did flow
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He stabbed her through the heart
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Her heart's blood it did flow
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And into the grave pretty Polly did go
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He threw something over her and turned to go home
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He threw something over her and turned to go home
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With nothing behind him but the girl there to mourn
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Pretty Polly
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| Kristin Hersh |
