My Version Of Pretty Polly Poem by kara towe

Pretty Polly had raven black hair, eyes of blue, red rosy lips and skin so fair.
She fell in love with a rambling man.
He told her my mind is to marry and never depart the first time I saw you it wounded my heart.
Before we get married some pleasure to seek.
He lead her over mountains and valleys so deep.
Polly misjudged him and began to weep sayin; ” Oh, Willie, oh, Willie I’m afraid of your ways.”
“The way you’ve been rambling you’ll lead me astray.”
He said; “Your guess is about right. I dug you a grave last night.”
She knelt down before him and begged for her life sayin' 'Let me be a single girl if I can't be your wife'
Polly, pretty polly that never could be, your fast reputation's been troublin’ me.
He stabbed her through the heart and her heart's blood did flow
And into the grave Pretty Polly did go.
He went to the jailhouse and what did he say?
I've killed pretty Polly and I'm tryin' to get away!
He escaped the next day and now he’s lookin’ for a new wife.
He still leads a ramblin’ life.
So, all you ladies beware.
He’s diggin’ a new grave somewhere.