"Rise up, rise up my pretty Polly
And go along with me
I'll take you to the north Scotland
And a-married we will be
Go bring me a bag of your father's gold
Likewise your mother's fee
And the two best horses out of the stall
Where they stand thirty and three"
She's mounted upon the nimble going brown
And him on the dappled grey
And when they came to the north Scotland
'Twas three hours before it was day
"Light down, light down my pretty Polly
Light down I say unto thee
For six King's daughters here have I drowned
And you the seventh shall be
Oh pull off, pull off those fine gay clothes
And hang them on the yonder tree
For they're to fine and they cost too much
For to rot in the salt lake sea"
"Go get those sickles for to cut those nettles
That grow so close to the brim
For they may tangle me long yellow hair
And tear me snowy white skin"
So he's got those sickless for to cut those nettles
That grow so close to the brim
So skilfully she's picked him up
And she's thrown false William in
"Lie there, lie there you false William
Lie there in the place of me
For six King's daughters there have you drowned
And you the seventh shall be"
So she's mounted upon her nimble going brown
And she led the dappled grey
And when she came to her father's gate
'Twas three hours before it was day
And go along with me
I'll take you to the north Scotland
And a-married we will be
Go bring me a bag of your father's gold
Likewise your mother's fee
And the two best horses out of the stall
Where they stand thirty and three"
She's mounted upon the nimble going brown
And him on the dappled grey
And when they came to the north Scotland
'Twas three hours before it was day
"Light down, light down my pretty Polly
Light down I say unto thee
For six King's daughters here have I drowned
And you the seventh shall be
Oh pull off, pull off those fine gay clothes
And hang them on the yonder tree
For they're to fine and they cost too much
For to rot in the salt lake sea"
"Go get those sickles for to cut those nettles
That grow so close to the brim
For they may tangle me long yellow hair
And tear me snowy white skin"
So he's got those sickless for to cut those nettles
That grow so close to the brim
So skilfully she's picked him up
And she's thrown false William in
"Lie there, lie there you false William
Lie there in the place of me
For six King's daughters there have you drowned
And you the seventh shall be"
So she's mounted upon her nimble going brown
And she led the dappled grey
And when she came to her father's gate
'Twas three hours before it was day