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Pretty Polly, come on down
From your home home high up off the
In the tree dark and
the rope hangs bruised and worn

Though never fly to you
It's the last I would do
You dug two holes so deep
I'm that one's for me

Polly must I cry
Without voice I'll fear I'd die
The you sing and the story you tell
We must them to ourselves

Oh I my voice like nightingale
Now I have my brand new
Of a tree dark and
Where a hang bruised and worn

Petty Polly, I have
I have not eaten yet
Come and take them my halls
Then lay your song to rest

I suppose my song can
For I am and grows late
I will eat your bread and
I will sing my song