Bob Dylan - Pretty Polly lyrics

Oh Willie, oh Willie, I'm scared of your ways Oh Willie, oh Willie, I'm scared of your ways I'm scared you will lead my poor body astray Pretty Polly, Pretty Polly, you guessed just about right Well, Polly, Pretty Polly, you guessed just about right For I dug on your grave the best part of last night She through her arms around him and she began to cry She through her arms around him and she began to cry I can't k** a woman that loves you such as I There's no time to talk now, there's no time to stand There's no time to talk now, there's no time to stand He drew out his dagger all in his right hand He pierced her in the heart and her lifeblood did run He pierced her in the heart the lifeblood did flow Deep in her grave Pretty Polly did go He threw the dirt around her and then he went home He threw the dirt around her and then he went home With nobody there but the wild birds to moan A debt to the devil Willie must pay A debt to the devil Willie must pay For k**ing Pretty Polly and running away Oh, where is Pretty Polly? Yonder she stands Oh, where is Pretty Polly? Yonder she stands The rings on the fingers of her lilywhite hand The rings on the fingers of her lilywhite hand