Pretty Polly Polly, pretty Polly, come and go with me Polly, pretty Polly, won't you come and go with me Before we get married some pleasure we'll see They rode along the hilltop and what did they spy They rode along the hilltop and what did they spy But a new dug grave with a spade lying by "There's no time to talk now, there's no time to stand" "There's no time to talk now, there's no time to stand" He drew out his knife, all into his right hand And he stabbed her in the heart and the blood, it did flow And he stabbed her in the heart and the red blood, it did flow And into her grave pretty Polly did go He threw on some earth and he started out for home He threw on some earth and he started out for home Leaving nothing behind but the wild birds to moan Now a debt to the devil, debt to the devil he must pay Now a debt to the devil, debt to the devil he must pay For killing pretty Polly and running away

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