⬅ Penitentiary Highball

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[Chorus]
Polly, pretty Polly
Won't you stay the night with me
We'll climb upon the highway
And we'll climb the old birch tree
I've never met no one sweeter,
More persistent, or more fair
Polly jumped and flipped a dime
With those beads in her hair

[Verse 1]
The caravan was empty
And Saint Peter wasn't there
Polly jumped and flipped a dime
Those beads ran through her hair
And came the Holy Roller
And he stabbed her with his spade
Forty miles from Plymouth Town
That's where pretty Polly laid

[Verse 2]
Oh, come ye velvet beggars
With their cannon, dill and grain
Penitentiary Highball that stuck along the spine
No they didn't get no older
And they didn't seem to mind
Polly and her baby there
Lying side by side

[Verse 3]
And he never saw the baby
Though he fumbled with his mitt
Although he was so heavy
Always had a place to sit
Up jumped the preacher's daughter
And they slowly swept the girl
One more chance of freedom
And then slowly up the hill

[Verse 4]
Oh, these velvet beggars grabbed her
Piled her in their fort
Drove her off to Plymouth Town
n the fashion of the Lord
Oh, the road it was unholy
And they wanted to go home
Couldn't make the highway out
From this road was made of bone

[Verse 5]
And he never saw the baby
When he fumbled with the noose
Although he was so heavy
Always had a place to choose
Alone by the roadside was a private county fair
One more chance at freedom
And pretty Polly wasn't there

[Chorus]
Polly, pretty Polly
Won't you stay the night with me
We'll climb upon the highway
And we'll climb the old birch tree
Well I never met no one sweeter,
More persistent, or more fair
Polly jumped and flipped a dime
With those beads in her hair