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There used to be a gambler who courted all aroundThere used to be a gambler who courted all aroundHe courted Pretty Polly, such a beauty never been found"Pretty Polly, Pretty Polly, come go along with mePretty Polly, Pretty Polly, come go long with meBefore we get married, some pleasures to see."She jumped up behind him and 'way they did goShe jumped up behind him and 'way they did goDown into the valley that was far belowThey went a little further and what did they spotThey went a little further and what did they spotBut a newly dug grave with a spade lying by."Oh, Willy, oh, Willy, I'm afraid of your waysOh, Willy, oh, Willy, I'm afraid of your waysI'm afraid you will lead my poor body astray""Pretty Polly, Pretty Polly, you guessed it just rightI dug all your grave the better part of last night."Then he stabbed her in her heart till her heart's blood did flowHe stabbed her in her heart till her heart's blood did flowDown into the grave Pretty Polly did goNow a debt to the devil, that Willy must payA debt to the devil, that Willy must payFor killing Pretty Polly and running away. From Letras Mania