Polly, pretty Polly, come go along with me

Polly, pretty Polly, come go along with me

Before we get married some pleasure to see



She got up behind him and away they did ride

She got up behind him and away they did ride

Over the hills and the valleys so wide



They rode a little further and what did they spy

They rode a little further and what did they spy

But a new-dug grave with a spade lying by



Oh Willy, oh Willy, I'm scared of your ways

Oh Willy, oh Willy, I'm scared of your ways

Scared you might lead my poor body astray



Polly, pretty Polly, you've guessed just about right

Polly, pretty Polly, you've guessed just about right

I've dug on your grave the best part of last night



And he stabbed her in the heart and the heart-blood did flow

And he stabbed her in the heart and the heart-blood did flow

Into her grave pretty Polly did go



He threw a little dirt over her and started for home

He threw a little dirt over her and started for home

Leaving nothing behind but the wild birds to moan



And it's debt to the devil, and Willy must pay

And it's debt to the devil, and Willy must pay

For killing pretty Polly and running away