Pretty Polly- Pritchard (NC) 1924 Chappell B
[My title; fragment from Chappell, Folk-Songs of Roanoke and the Albemarle; Morgantown: Ballad Press, 1939, version B.
R. Matteson 2014]
B [Pretty Polly] (Henry Pritchard, Weeksville 1924)
Hitch your horse, pretty Polly,
Hitch him at the willow tree,
And turn your back on the salt, salt sea,
And your face upon the willow tree.
Fifteen fair maids I've drowned here
And the sixteenth You shall be;
She ran, she ran with all her might,
She tossed him in the sea.
O give me your hand, pretty Polly,
O give me your hand, I pray,
For all the fair promises I promised you
Shall be doubled one to ten.