PRETTY POLLY



I dream of pretty Polly forever lying free**

Hard has been my fortune, sad has been my fate

Came unto my love's door, expecting to get in

Instead of finding pleasures, my troubles did begin



Stood their one hour as patient as Job

Polly, pretty Polly, come open the door

I saw another man enjoy within room

I walk-ed away by the light of the moon



I took to my heels just as hard as I could go

Rambled way down by the far shady grove

There I sat down with a bottle in my hand

Drinking of brandy and thinking of that man



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In the morning so early pretty Polly passed me by

Red rosy cheeks and her dark sparkling eye

Her hair was so dark and here eyes they were the same

I'm wounded in the heart did you ever feel that pain



I wish I was a fisherman on yon river side

And Polly my object come floating down the tide

I'd throw my net around her and haul her to the shore

I'd have my darlin' and we'd quarrel no more



Green grows the laurel and likewise the rue

Sugar is sweet but not like you

Since it is no better, I'm glad it is no worse

Brandy in my bottle and money in my purse



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From the singing of Bill Day in 1987



** I missed recording the first verse and made up this one.

Recorded by Doc Boggs

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