Lletres:
Polly

Polly, pretty polly, come go along with me Polly, pretty polly, come go along with me Before we get married some pleasure to see She got up behind him

Oh Polly, Pretty Polly, would you take me unkind Polly, Pretty Polly, would you take me unkind Let me set beside you and tell you my mind Well my mind

Polly left on Christmas Eve I will know as long as I live that it was all You had in mind She was turning twenty eight And I always thought it's too

Want some help, please myself Got some rope, you have been told Promise you, I have been true Let me take a ride, cut yourself Want some help, please myself Polly said Polly

One, two, three, four, five, six She left this morning She left no forwarding card I watched her pack and without looking back She drove out of the yard

After I kissed you, a sweet darkness came down Fingers were search lights, leading the way down We talk in fingers and thumbs In an ancient braille of

Was he with you at the railway? Did he cradle all your pain? Did he show to you the best way To make it all right again? Now there was reason in your

Take me back to the evening that it all began There was you and me And some drunkards in a black London taxi cab And we said, driver, over the hill There

One day, I'll take a bottle With a good strong base and a cork that fits it No label, no marker's mark I'll shout the bile and anger And plain disappointment