Unkind (Pretty Polly) (Post-Punk)

Oh Polly, Pretty Polly, would you take me unkind Polly, Pretty Polly, would you take me unkind Come sit here beside me, let me speak my mind Well my mind is to marry, never drift apart My mind is to marry, never drift apart From the first time I saw you, you wounded my heart Oh Polly, Pretty Polly, come walk out with me Polly, Pretty Polly, come walk out with me Before we are married, there are things you should see So he led her through mountains and valleys so deep Led her over hills where the shadows all keep Pretty Polly mistrusted, then she started to weep Oh Willie, little Willie, I fear your ways Willie, little Willie, I fear your ways Oh Polly, Pretty Polly, your guess is about right Polly, Pretty Polly, your guess is about right I was digging your grave the better part of last night He went down to the jailhouse, what did he say Went down to the jailhouse at break of day I killed Pretty Polly, was trying to get away