Oh Poll, dear Polly, come, go along with me
Polly, pretty Polly, come, go along with me
Before we get married some pleasures to see


Willie, oh Willie, I'm afraid of your ways
Willie, oh Willie, I'm afraid of your way

I'm afraid you will lead my poor body astray

Oh Polly, dear Polly, you're guessing 'bout right

Polly, dear Polly, you're guessing just about right
I dug on your grave the best part of the night


He went a few steps further and what did she spot?
Went a few steps further and what did she spy?
But a new dug grave and a sway lying by


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

And into the grave pretty Polly did go

Oh, gentlemen and ladies, I bid you farewell

Gentlemen and ladies, I bid you farewell
For killing pretty Polly my soul will go to hell.


It's a debt to the devil poor Willie must pay
It's a debt to the devil poor Willie must pay
For killing pretty Polly and running away.