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Come, Pretty Poll, come! There is a house of gold an' silver before you sit 'pon tree. |
Poll sing:—
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Tree I barn, Tree I must be stay till my time come to die. |
An' Poll commence to fly from tree to tree an' she was following him till they get out to a village. Poll was still singing an' she was begging.
Poll fly from house to house till he get on the Duke house an' sing.
The gal was crying.
The Duke hear, send out man an' they listen until them hear what Poll said, an' them catch the gal an' chop off her head.