Willie lived in London; a city-mill in town
Willie lived in London; a city-mill in town
I met a beautiful lady, her beauty'd never been found

They called her "Pretty Polly, come go along with me
Polly, Pretty Polly, come go along with me
Before we get married, some place you will see"

"Willie, oh Willie, I'm 'fraid of your ways
Willie, oh Willie, I'm 'fraid of your ways
The way you've been ramblin', you'll lead me astray"

They went up on the mountain, and what did they spy
They went up on the mountain, and what did they spy
A newly-dug grave and a spade lyin' by

"Polly, Pretty Polly, your guess is 'bout right
Polly, Pretty Polly, your guess is 'bout right
I dug on your grave in the heart of last night"

He stabbed 'er through her heart and her heart's blood did flow
He stabbed 'er through her heart and her heart's blood did flow
And into her grave Pretty Polly did go

He threw a little dirt over her and turned to go home
He threw a little dirt over her and turned to go home
Leave nothing behind but the wild birds to roam

Pretty Polly, Polly, Pretty Polly