Old Songs: Pretty Polly
Polly, pretty Polly, come go away with me, Before we get married some pleasure to see. He led her over the fields and the valleys so wide Until pretty Polly, she fell by his side. Oh Willie, oh Willie, I'm afraid of your ways I'm afraid you will lead my poor body astray. Pretty Polly, pretty Polly, your guess is just right I dug on your grave the best part of last night.
DA: 90 PA: 77 MOZ Rank: 59 Up or Down: Up