And when her old father and thus he came to know
If I courted his daughter, his darling also,
And thus he ordered me that I should be sent to sea
To keep me from my own true love and sweet company.
And there in the army I served my 7 years
And home again I did return thinking to see my dear
Asking her father, father, he made me this reply
Your love's broke her heart and it's for you that she died
O do not tell me any more than I can hear
For if she's in her silent grave I wish that I was there
And then I should be free from all sorrow grief & woe
I knew not where to wander O whither shall I go
I knew not where to wander nor wherefore to go
By the rattling of this chain and the struggling he laid
Crying Pretty Polly, pretty Polly
Pretty Polly till he died.