for the best part of last night

 



I walk down 8th avenue after getting a haircut

I notice a new store on a corner, Pretty Polly
I think of the song young, pretty Judy Collins sang 
I recall the lyric ... I've been digging your grave  
for the best part of last night

I think how much more I enjoy writing titles than stories 
I check out the lyrics 
I see they're different than my memory &
I take a lesson

Oh Polly, pretty Polly, would you take me unkindPolly, pretty Polly, would you take me unkindWill You set beside me and tell me your mind
Well my mind is to marry and never to partMy mind is to marry and never to partThe first time I saw you it wounded my heart
Oh Polly pretty Polly come go along with mePolly pretty Polly come go along with meBefore we get married some pleasures to seeWell he led her over mountains and valleys so deepLed her over mountains and valleys so deepPolly mistrusted and then began to weepSaying Willie, Little Willie, I'm afraid to of your waysWillie, Little Willie, I'm afraid of your waysThe way you've been rambling you'll lead me astray
Well Polly, pretty Polly, your guess is about rightPolly, pretty Polly, your guess is about rightI dug on your grave the biggest part of last nightAnd he led her a little farther and what did she spyLed her a little farther and what did she spyA new dug grave with the spade lying by
And she knelt down before him pleading for her lifeShe knelt down before him a pleading for her lifeLet me be a single girl if I can't be your wife
Oh Polly, pretty Polly that never can bePolly, pretty Polly that never can beYour past reputation's been trouble to me
The he opened up her bosoms as white as any snowHe opened up her bosoms as white as any snowStabbed her through the heart as the blood did oh but flowThen he went down to the jailhouse and what did he sayHe went down to the jailhouse and what did he sayI've killed pretty Polly and trying to get away

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