paroles de chanson Pretty Polly - Béla Fleck , Abigail Washburn

Pretty Polly, pretty Polly, come go along with me
Polly, Pretty Polly, go along with me
'Fore we get married, some pleasures to see

She climbed up behind him and away they did ride
Climbed up behind him and away they did ride
O'er the mountains to the other side

Oh Willie, oh Willie, I'm afraid of your ways
Willie, Oh Willie, I'm afraid of your ways
I fear your intention to lead me astray

They rode o'er the mountains and valleys so deep
Rode o'er the mountains and valleys so deep
Soon Pretty Polly, she began to weep

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

He stabbed her the heart, her heart's blood did flow
Stabbed her the heart, her heart's blood did flow
Into the grave Pretty Polly did go

(Oh, Pretty Polly)
(Oh, Pretty Polly)

(Oh, Pretty Polly)
(Oh, Pretty Polly)
(Oh, Pretty Polly)

Well now, gentlemen and ladies, I bid you farewell
Gentlemen and ladies, I bid you farewell
For killing Pretty Polly, my soul will be in hell