Pretty Polly (Recorded at the Mecca, Los Angeles)

Well, I lived in London, a city hell of a town

Well, I lived in London, a city hell of a town

I met a beautiful lady, her beauty 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 upon a mountain and what did they spy?

They went upon a mountain and what did they spy?

A newly dug grave and a spade lyin' by

Polly, Pretty Polly, your guess is about right

Polly, Pretty Polly, your guess is about right

I dug on your grave in the heart of last night

He stabbed her to her heart and her heart's blood did flow

He stabbed her to her heart and her heart's blood did flow

And into the 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

Leaving nothing behind but the wild birds to roam

Pretty Polly, Pretty Polly, Pretty Polly