Sung by: W.P. Detherow
Recorded in Batesville, AR, 7/19/52

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Oh, Polly, pretty Polly,
Will you think it unkind
For me to sit down by you
And tell you my mind?

My mind is for to marry
And never more part,
For the first time that I saw you,
You wounded my heart.

Go away from my window;
Go away from my door.
Go a-courting pretty Sally,
Where you have been before.

Rye whiskey, rye whiskey,
Rye whiskey I crave,
And if I can't get rye whiskey,
I'll go to my grave.

I'll eat when I'm hungry,
And I'll drink when I'm dry.
If the trees don't fall on me,
I'll live 'til I die.

Also found in Randolph, Vol. III, #405, "Rye Whiskey, Rye Whiskey."

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