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Ballads and Songs
4. "O Willie, O Willie,
I'm afraid of your ways, I am afraid you're leading My body astray."
5. "Pretty Polly, pretty Polly,
You guess about right For I dug on your grave One part of last night."
6. She threw both arms around him
Begging for hearts and tears: "How can you kill a poor girl That loves you so well ?"
7. He led her over the hollow,
The valley so deep. The last of pretty Polly;
Begin to mourn and weep.
8. "Us go along a few steps farther
And see what we can spy: A new dugging [grave]1 And a spade lying by.
9. "No time for to study,
No time for to stand; Gold rings on your fingers, Your lily-white hand."
10. He drew a knife all out of his pocket,
All in his right hand. He stabbed it to her heart; the blood Began to float down.
11. In the new dugging grave
Pretty Polly did go. He threw the dirt over her And started for home.