Traditional - Pretty Polly lyrics

Willie came from Langdon, a city barely town Willie came from Langdon, a city barely town He met a beautiful lady, her body never was found Polly, pretty Polly, won't you come along with me? Polly, pretty Polly, won't you come along with me? Before we get married some places you will see Oh Willie, oh Willie, I'm 'fraid of your ways Willie, oh Willie, I'm 'fraid of your ways The way you've been ramblin', you'll lead me astray They went up to the mountain, and what did they spy? They went up to the mountain, and what did they spy? A freshly dug grave and a spade lying by Oh Polly, pretty Polly, your guess is 'bout right Polly, pretty Polly, your guess is 'bout right I dug up your grave for some part of last night He stabbed her through her heart and her heart's blood did flow He stabbed her through her heart and her heart's blood did flow And down to the grave pretty Polly did go He threw a little dirt over her and turned to go home He threw a little dirt over her and turned to go home Left nothing behind but the wild birds to roam