Pretty Polly had raven black hair, eyes of blue, red rosy lips and skin so fair.
She fell in love with a rambling man.
He told her my mind is to marry and never depart the first time I saw you it wounded my heart.
Before we get married some pleasure to seek.
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A good poem. So, all you ladies beware. He’s diggin’ a new grave somewhere. A timely warning.