Lyrics Pretty Polly - Bert Jansch

There used to be a gambler who courted all around
There used to be a gambler who courted all around
He courted Pretty Polly, such beauty'd never been found

Pretty Polly, Pretty Polly, come go along with me
Pretty Polly, Pretty Polly, come go along with me
Before we get married some pleasures to see

She jumped up behind him and 'way they did go
She jumped up behind him and 'way they did go
Down into the valley that was far below

They went a little further and what did they spy?
They went a little further and what did they spy?
But a newly-dug grave with a spade lying by

Oh Willy, hey Willy, I'm afraid of your ways
Oh Willy, hey Willy, I'm afraid of your ways
I'm afraid you will lead my poor body astray

Pretty Polly, Pretty Polly, your guess is just right
Pretty Polly, Pretty Polly, your guess is just right
I've dug on your grave the better part of last night

Then he stabbed her in the heart till her heart's blood did flow
He stabbed her in the heart till her heart's blood did flow
And into the grave Pretty Polly did go

Now a debt to the devil that Willy must pay
A dept to the devil that Willy must pay
For killing Pretty Polly and running away