Pretty Polly-Pete Seeger

歌手 : Pete Seeger

专辑 : American Folk Anthology

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:35

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TXT Pretty Polly-Pete Seeger 文本歌词

Pretty Polly - Pete Seeger

And he did court an innkeeper's daughter belonging to North Islington

Go get me some of your father's gold part of your mother's fee

And we wil away to some foreign country and married we will be

She went down to her father's stable there stood hordes thirty-three

And she picked out a milk-white steed and he the silvery grey

She mounted on the milk-white steed he on the silvery grey

And the rode until they came to a riverside three hours before it was day

Alight alight my pretty fair maid alight alight cried he

It's six merchants' daughters I've drownded here and you the seventh shall be

Take off take off that silken gown and hand it over to me

For I do think your clothing too good for to rot in the salt salt sea

If I do take off my silken gown and hand it over to you

Why I do think it a very great wrong a naked woman to view

I'll take off my silken gown I'll lay it on the green

But before that I do you false young man you must turn your back on me

And when he turned his back around and faced yon willow tree

With all of the strength this poor maiden had she shoved him into the sea

Lie there lie there you false young man lie there instead of me

It's six pretty maidens have you drownded here go keep them good company

And as he rose and as he sank and as he rose cried he

Oh give me your hand my pretty pretty Polly my bride forever you'll be

She mounted on the milk white steed she led the silvery grey

She rode until she cam to her father's house one hour before it was day

Now the parrot was hung in the window so high Where have you been cried he

I've been away to Scotland's bridge Young Henry he lies under the sea

Don't prittle don't prattle my pretty pretty Polly don't tell no tales on me

And you shall have a cage of the very finest gold and be hung on an ivory tree