[00:00.00] Pretty Polly, please come on down[00:24.57]From your home home high up off the ground[00:30.81]In the tree dark and forlorn[00:36.48]Where the rope hangs bruised and worn[00:44.01]Though I'll never fly to you[00:49.59]It's the last thing I would do[00:56.37]You have dug two holes so deep[01:01.95]I'm afraid that one's for me[01:08.70]Pretty Polly must I cry[01:14.16]Without your voice I'll fear I'd die[01:19.05]The song you sing and the story you tell[01:26.37]We must keep them to ourselves[01:33.15]Oh I know my voice like nightingale[01:38.37]Now I have my brand new tale[01:44.97]Of a tree dark and forlorn[01:50.52]Where a rope hang bruised and worn[01:57.15]Petty Polly, I have bread[02:02.52]That I have not eaten yet[02:09.06]Come and take them from my thalls[02:13.95]Then we'll lay your song to rest[02:21.27]I suppose my song can wait[02:26.58]For I am hungry and grows late[02:33.24]I will eat your bread and then[02:38.64]I will sing my song a- gain[03:12.15]Pretty Polly, I had no choice[03:17.34]Stop your heart and steal your voice[03:21.84]One more little body so still[03:23.91]One more little hole to fill