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RECORDING (version 1)
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AUDIO
RECORDING (version 2)
VERSE 1
He, follered me up, he followed me down
He, follered me day by day
I hadn't th power to bid him, begone
Nor th tongue to tell him nay, nay
Nor th tongue to tell him nay, nay
Nor tongue to tell him nay, nay |
VERSE 1
Go get me a part of your Fathers gold
An' a part of your Mothers fee
An' two steeds from your Fathers stable
Where there are thirty and three, three, three
Where there are thirty an' three |
VERSE 2
Go, take a part of your Fathers gold
Likewise your Mothers fee
Two fastest horses in your Fathers stable
Where there stands thirty and three
Where there stands thirty and three
Where there stands thirty and three |
| VERSE 2
She got him a part of her Fathers gold
An' a part of 'er Mothers fee
An' two steeds from her Fathers stable
Where there were thirty and three, three, three
Where there were thirty and three
VERSE 3
O, rise you up my pretty Polly
O, rise you up for me
I'll take you to th main Scotland
An' there I'll marry thee, thee, thee
An' there I'll marry thee |
VERSE 3
I went an' took part of my Fathers gold
Likewise my Mothers fee
Two fastest horses in my Fathers stable
Where there stood thirty an' three
Where there stood thirty an' three
Where there stood thirty an' three |
VERSE 4
She mounted upon th bonny, bonny black
An' he on th dark iron gray
They rode till they came to th salt, salt sea
In th length of a long summer day, day, day
In th length of a long summer day |
VERSE 4
As he got on th milk white steed
I rode th dapple gray
We rode and we rode, to th salt, salt sea
Three hours before it was day
Three hours before it was day
Three hours before it was day |
| VERSE 5
O, light you down my Pretty Polly
O, light you down for me
Six kings daughters have I drowned here
An' you th seventh shall be, be, be
An' you th seventh shall be
VERSE 6
Take off, take off, those fine silk clothes
An' fold them upon your knees
For they're too rich and too costly
For t' rot all in th salt sea, sea, sea
For t' rot all in th salt sea |
VERSE 5
Alight you down, my pretty Polly
Alight you down, cried he
It's six kings daughters I've drowned here
And th seventh one you shall be
And th seventh one you shall be
And th seventh one you shall be
VERSE 6
Take off, take off that unhallowed gown
And foll it on my knee
For it is to rich an' costly
To rot in th salt sea, sea
To rot in th salt sea, sea
To rot in th salt sea, sea |
| VERSE 7
You turn your back to th leaves of th tree
Your face to th sands of th sea
For it's not fit an' proper that a man
A naked woman to see, see, see
A naked woman should see
VERSE 8
He turned his back to th leaves of th tree
His face to th sands of th sea
An' with all of th strength that pretty Polly had
She pushed 'im into th sea, sea, sea
She pushed him into th sea |
VERSE 7
O, turn your back all unto me
An' view yon willow tree
For an ungown woman's to much of a sight
For any mankind to see
For any mankind to see
For any mankind to see
VERSE 8
He turned his back, all unto her
To view yon willow tree
She caught him around th middle so small
And tossed him into th sea
An' tossed him into th sea
An' tossed him into th sea |
| VERSE 9
O, reach to me your lily white hand
Let me hold of your apron strings
An' every vow I made unto thee
I'll double them over again an' again
I'll double them over again
VERSE 10
Lie there, lie there, you false hearted villian
For it's what you promised me
Six kings daughters have you drown here
But you, th king over them shall be
An' you, th king over them shall be |
VERSE 9
O, reach me your hand, my pretty Polly
O, reach me your hand, cried he
And every promise I made to you
I'll double them folds three, three
I'll double them folds three, three
I'll double them folds three, three
VERSE 10
Lay there, lay there, you false hearted wretch
Lay there, lay there, cried she
It's six kings daughters you drowned here
But th seventh one I won't be
But th seventh one I won't be
But th seventh one I won't be |
VERSE 11
She mounted upon th bonny, bonny black
She led th dark iron gray
She rode till she came to her Fathers dwelling
Two hours before it was day, day, day
Two hours before it was day |
VERSE 11
And she got on th milk white steed
And led th dapple gray
She rode and she rode, to her Fathers stable
One hour before it was day
One hour before it was day
One hour before it was day |
| [yalt might be from "yellow" or from
"yawp" (the cry made by a bird] |
VERSE 12
I went 'n put back my Fathers gold
Likewise my Mothers fee
Two fastest horses in my Fathers stable
Where there stood thirty an' three
Where there stood thirty an' three
Where there stood thirty an' three |
| VERSE 12
Don't crow, don't crow, my pretty little yalt
Don't ya tell no tales on me
A' th gate of your cage shall be decked in gold
An' hung on th green willow tree, tree, tree
An' hung on a green willow tree
VERSE 13
Up spoke the ole man, in his room so still
What's a matter, pretty Polly
What makes you talk so long
Before it is day, day, day
What makes you talk so long
Before it is day
VERSE 14
A cat is jumping around my cage
Trying to worry me
I thought I'd call pretty Polly here
To drive that ole cat away, way, way
To drive that ole cat away
VERSE 15
Well turned, well turned, my pretty little yalt
Well turned, well turned for me
Your cage shall be made of hand beaten gold
An' th door of pure ivory, ivory
An' th door of pure ivory |
VERSE 13
Hush up, hush up, my pretty parrott
Don't tell no tales on me
And your cage shall be made of th finest of gold
And your door of ivory
And your cage shall be made of th finest of gold
And your door of ivory |
| AUDIO
RECORDING (version 3: it begins when Polly is abandoning her lover
in order to go back home)
VERSE 1
Light down, light down, pretty Polly
Light down to your knee
Your clothes to fine an' costly
To lie an' rot in th sea, sea, sea
To lie an' rot in th sea
VERSE 2
O, turn you back to me, Willie dear
An' turn your face to th sea
She caught 'im around his little neat waist
An' tossed 'im in to th sea, sea, sea
Tossed 'im in to th sea
VERSE 3
O, he'p me up, Pretty Polly
He'p me out of th sea
We will go t' yonders town
An' married we will be, be, be
An' married we will be
VERSE 4
Lay there, lay there, you weakened villian
I'd drather be you as me
For th six king daughters you have drowned
An' th seventh you shall be, be, be
An' the seventh you shall be
VERSE 5
She lit upon her milk white steed
And off'a th dample gray
She rode till she came to her father's house
Three hours it was 'fore day, day, day
Three hours it was 'fore day
VERSE 6
What's a'matter, what's a'matter, pretty parrott
You pray so long 'fore day
It is th cat at my cage door
Threaten not my life
I'm a callin pretty Polly t' drive it away
In th len'th of a long summer day, day, day
In th len'th of a long summer day
VERSE 7
Hush up, hush up, pretty parott
Don't ya tell no false on me
I'll have you caged of the finest beaten gold
Hung on th high willow tree, tree, tree
Hung on th high willow tree |
