Classic Poem

1

" Go get me some of your father's gold
And some of your mother's too,
And two of the finest horses he has in his stable,
For he has ten and thirty and two. "

2

She got him some of her father's gold
And some of her mother's too,
And two of the finest horses he had in his stable,
For he had ten and thirty and two.

3

Then she jumped on the noble brown,
And he on the dappled gray,
And they rode till they came to the side of the sea,
Two long hours before it was day.

4

" Let me help you down, my Pretty Polly;
Let me help you down, " said he.
" For it's six kings' daughters I have drowned here,
And the seventh you shall be. "

5

" Now strip yourself, my Pretty Polly;
Now strip yourself, " said he;
" Your clothing is too fine and over-costly
To rot in the sand of the sea. "

6

" You turn your back to the leaves of the trees,
And your face to the sands of the sea;
'Tis a pity such a false-hearted man as you
A naked woman should see! "

7

He turned his back to the leaves of the trees,
And his face to the sand of the sea;
And with all the strength that Pretty Polly had
She pushed him into the sea.

8

" Come, lend me your hand, my Pretty Polly;
Come, lend me your hand, " said he,
" And I will-be your waiting-boy,
And will wait upon you night and day. "

9

" Lie there, lie there, you false-hearted man!
Lie there, lie there, " said she;
" As six kings' daughters you've drowned here,
Then the seventh you shall be! "

10

Then she jumped on the noble brown,
And led the dappled gray,
And rode till she came to her father's hall,
Two long hours before it was day.

11

Then up bespoke her Poll Parrot,
Sitting in his cage so gay,
" Why do you travel, my Pretty Polly,
So long before it is day? "

12

Then up bespoke her old father,
Lying in his room so gay,
" Why do you chatter, my pretty parrot,
So long before it is day? "

13

" The cat was around and about my cage,
And I could not get it away
So I called unto Miss Pretty Polly
To drive the cat away. "

14

" Well turned, well turned, my pretty parrot,
Well turned, well turned for me;
Thy cage shall be made of handbeaten gold,
Thy door of the finest ivory. "