Pretty Polly

This is a very old song. Once it became lost in the Appalachians it was stripped of the nuances of its English ancestry and became a misogynistic tale of cold blooded murder. This is why, despite the fact that I am proud of the guitar work, I pretty much have quit playing it in concert. There are dozens of renditions of it here on the web where it is usually played as a banjo piece, and if you are interested, seek out Frank Hamilton's rendition. It is absolutely spot on.