Gold Rings On Her Fingers

A G A Polly, Pretty Polly...yonder she stands. A G A Gold rings round her fingers, and lily-white hands. Am I used to be a rambler and I stayed around in town, C I used to be a rambler and I stayed around in town, Am G Am I courted Pretty Polly and her beauty’s never been found. Am Oh Polly, Pretty Polly, come take a walk with me, C Oh Polly, Pretty Polly, come take a walk with me, Am G Am Un-til we get married, no pleasures can we see. Am He led her over a hill and a valley so deep, C He led her over a hill and a valley so deep, Am G Am And bye-n-bye Pretty Polly began to weep. Am Will-ie, oh Willie, I’m ‘fraid of your ways, C Wil-lie, oh Willie, I’m ‘fraid of your ways, Am G Am I fear that you lead my poor body as-tray. Am C Am G Am Am Pol-ly, Pretty Polly, your guessin’ about right, C Pol-ly, Pretty Polly, your guessin’ about right, Am G Am I dug on your grave through the dark of last night. Am He drew his dagger through her and her heart’s blood did flow. C He drew his dagger through her and her heart’s blood did flow. Am G Am And then into the grave Pretty Polly she did go. Am He threw a little dirt over her and he turned away to go, C He threw a little dirt over her and he turned away to go, Am G Am And there on the mountain he left her all a-lone. Am C Am G Am Am Oh Willie, oh Willie, there’s hell for to pay, C Oh Willie, oh Willie, there’s hell for to pay, Am G Am For killing Pretty Polly and running a-way. A G A Polly, Pretty Polly...yonder she stands. A G A Gold rings round her fingers, and lily-white hands.