I used to be a rambler, I stayed around in town;
I used to be a rambler, I stayed around in the town;
I courted Pretty Polly, and her beauty has never been found.
Oh where is Pretty Polly, oh yonder she stands;
Oh where is Pretty Polly, oh yonder she stands;
With rings on her fingers, her lily-white hands.
"Pretty Polly, Pretty Polly, come take a walk with me,
Pretty Polly, Pretty Polly, come take a walk with me,
When we get married, some pleasure to see."
He led her over hills and valleys so deep;
He led her over hills and valleys so deep;
At length, Pretty Polly, she began to weep.
"Oh Willy, oh Willy, I'm 'fraid of your way;
Oh Willy, oh Willy, I'm 'fraid of your way;
Your mind is to ramble and lead me astray."
"Pretty Polly, Pretty Polly, you're guessing about right;
Pretty Polly, Pretty Polly, you're guessing about right;
I dug on your grave, two thirds of last night."
They went on a piece farther and what did they spy?
Went on a piece farther and what did she spy?
A new dug grave and a spade lying by.
She threw her arms around him and began for to weep;
She threw her arms around him and began for to weep,
At length Pretty Polly soon fell asleep.
He threw the dirt over her and turned away to go;
Threw the dirt over her and turned away to go;
Down to the river where the deep waters flow.
