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Polly, pretty Polly, come go along with me Polly, pretty Polly, come go along with me Before we get married some pleasure to see She got up behind him and away they did go She got up behind him and away they did go Over the hills to the valley so low They went up a little farther and what did they spy? They went up a little farther and what did they spy? A newly dug grave with a spade lying by He stabbed her through the heart Her heart's blood it did flow He stabbed her through the heart Her heart's blood it did flow And into the grave pretty Polly did go He threw something over her and turned to go home He threw something over her and turned to go home With nothing behind him but the girl there to mourn From Letras Mania