PRETTY POLLY (Samples "PASTURES OF PLENTY")
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- PRETTY POLLY (Samples "PASTURES OF PLENTY")
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- Ludlow Music, Inc. (BMI)
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- 50%
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It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed
My poor feet have traveled a hot and dusty road
Out of your London town and westward we rolled
Cause your deserts were hot and your mountains were cold
Pretty Polly pretty Polly her name I knew so well
I loved of her body and then it grew to swell
They call her pretty Polly o'ver yonder she stands
With rings on her fingers and lilly white hands
Oh I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes
I slept on the ground in the light of the moon
On the edge of the city you'll see me and then
Oh I come with the dust and I go with the wind
Come and go my pretty Polly come go along with me
Before we get married and I go off to sea
Oh Willy Oh Willy I'm afraid of your way
By the look in your eye your leading me astray
Green Pastures of Plenty from dry desert ground
Sweet William cried out and he threw his dagger down
For you I'll dig beets and cut grapes from the vine
And we'll bring in this babe and I'll love you as my wife
It's always we rambled that Polly and I
All along your green valley's I'll work till I die
This land we'll defend with life it will be
Cause our babe will reap these pastures of plentyVIEW COMPLETE FEWER LYRICS
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