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11. "Lie there, lie there, you false lying villian, Lie there instead of me; For you have drowned six kings' daughters And you the seventh shall be."
12. She mounted on the Turkish brown And led the dapple grey;
She rode till she come to her father's home, One long hour till day.
13. Up spoke her little parrot A-setting in his cage:
"What is the matter, my pretty Polly ? What made you stay so long from me ?"
14. "Hold your tongue, my pretty little parrot, And tell no tale on me,
And your cage shall be lined with the yellow beaten gold, And your door of ivory."
15. Up spoke her old father, Oh, he spoke desperately:
"What's the matter, my pretty little parrot ? What makes you talk so long from day ?"
16. "Nothing but an old stray cat A-trying to catch me,
And I was calling to Pretty Polly For to drive the cat away." |
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"Pretty Polly." The song was recorded near Cumberland Gap, Tennessee, by Glada Gully, a student in Lincoln Memorial University Harrogate, Tennessee.
1. When Polly gets sleepy, she hangs down her head, And calls for a candle to light her to bed. He followed her up, he followed her down;
He followed her to the room where she lay. |
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