Folk & Traditional Song Lyrics www.traditionalmusic.co.uk Pretty Polly 
Pretty Polly 
I dream of pretty Polly forever lying free** Hard has been my fortune, sad has been my fate Came unto my love's door, expecting to get in Instead of finding pleasures, my troubles did begin 
Stood their one hour as patient as Job Polly, pretty Polly, come open the door I saw another man enjoy within room I walk-ed away by the light of the moon 
I took to my heels just as hard as I could go Rambled way down by the far shady grove There I sat down with a bottle in my hand Drinking of brandy and thinking of that man 
In the morning so early pretty Polly passed me by Red rosy cheeks and her dark sparkling eye Her hair was so dark and here eyes they were the same I'm wounded in the heart did you ever feel that pain 
I wish I was a fisherman on yon river side And Polly my object come floating down the tide I'd throw my net around her and haul her to the shore I'd have my darlin' and we'd quarrel no more 
Green grows the laurel and likewise the rue Sugar is sweet but not like you Since it is no better, I'm glad it is no worse Brandy in my bottle and money in my purse 
** I missed recording the first verse and made up this one. DC