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 go

She got up behind him and away they did go

Over the hills to the valley so low

They went up a little farther and what did they spy?

They went up a little farther and what did they spy?

A newly dug grave with a spade lying by

He stabbed her through the heart

Her heart's blood it did flow

He stabbed her through the heart

Her heart's blood it did flow

And into the grave pretty Polly did go

He threw something over her and turned to go home

He threw something over her and turned to go home

With nothing behind him but the girl there to mourn