Young people who delight in sin:
I’ll tell you what has lately been
A woman who was young and fair
Died in sin and deep despair
She went to frolics dance and play
In spite of all her friends could say
“I’ll turn to God when I get old;
He will then receive mysoul”
On Friday morning she took sick
Her stubborn heart began to break
She called her mother to her bed
Her eyes were rolling in her head
Oh, Polly, Oh
“Oh Mother, mother, fare ye well:
Your wicked Polly’s doomed to Hell
The tears are lost you shed for me
My soul is lost I plainly see”
“My earthly father, fare ye well
Your wicked Polly’s doomed to hell
The flaming wrath begins to roll
I am a lost and ruined soul”
She gnawed her tongue before she died
She rolled, she groaned, she screamed and cried
“Oh, must I burn forever more,
‘Til ten thousand years are o’er?”
Oh, Polly, Oh
Young people who delight in sin:
I’ll tell you what has
lately been

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