The Byrds Follow

Written by Mcguinn-Hillman

There used to be a gambler who courted all around

There used to be a gambler who courted all around

He courted pretty Polly, such beauty never been found

"Pretty Polly, pretty Polly, come go along with me

Pretty Polly, pretty Polly, come go along with me

Before we get married, some pleasures to see"

She jumped up behind him and 'way they did go

She jumped up behind him and 'way they did go

Down into the valley that was far below

They went a little further and what did they spot

They went a little further and what did they spot

But a newly dug grave with a spade lying by

"Oh, Willy, hey, Willy, I'm afraid of your ways

Oh, Willy, hey, Willy, I'm afraid of your ways

I'm afraid you will lead my poor body astray"

"Pretty Polly, pretty Polly, you guessed it just right

Pretty Polly, pretty Polly, you guessed it just right

I dug all your grave the better part of last night"

Then he stabbed her in her heart till her heart's blood did flow

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

Down into the grave pretty Polly did go

Now a debt to the devil, that Willy must pay

A debt to the devil, that Willy must pay

For killing pretty Polly and running away