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