Pretty Polly

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 a beauty never been found Pretty Polly, pretty Polly, come go along 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 'way they did go She jumped up behind him and 'way they did go Down into the valley that was far below They went a little further and what did they spot They went a little further and what did they spot But a newly dug grave with a spade lying by Oh, Willy, oh, Willy, I'm afraid of your ways Oh, Willy, oh, Willy, 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 all your grave the better part of last night Then he stabbed her in her heart 'till her heart's blood did flow He stabbed her in her heart 'till her heart's blood did flow Down into the grave pretty Polly did go Now a debt to the devil, that Willy must pay A debt to the devil, that Willy must pay For killing pretty Polly and running away --- Pretty Polly - The Byrds