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Brewster: Ballads and Songs of Indiana 303
66 WICKED POLLY
For texts and references, see Cox, p. 411; Journal, XXIX, 192; XXXV, 430; Lomax, American Ballads and Folk Songs, p. 569; Pound, No. 47.
"Wicked Polly." Contributed by Mr. A. T. McAllister, of Stendal, Indiana. Pike County. April 10, 1935.
1. Young people who delight in sin,
I'll tell you what has lately been, A woman who was young and fair She died in sin and sad despair.
2. She'd go to frolics, to dance and play
In spite of all her friends could say; "I'll turn to God when I get old,
And He will then receive my soul."
3. One Friday morning she took sick;
Her stubborn heart began to break: "0 must I burn forever more
Until ten thousand years are o'er?"
4. She called her mother to her bed;
Both eyes were rolling in her head: "0 mother, mother, pray for me;
My soul will soon be doomed from thee."
5. She called her father to her bed;
Both eyes still rolling in her head: "0 father, father, fare thee well;
My soul will soon go down to hell."
6. She gnawed her tongue before she died;
She rolled and groaned; she screamed and cried. Alas, alas, her days were spent;
Good God! too late for to repent!