Holly-o,
Holly-o,
How can you be so jolly-o?
Do you know,
Do you know
what they did to your dolly-o?
They tore her up, Holly-o,
tore up your little dolly-o.
Strung her high, strung her low,
Her cotton guts spilled out below.
That's her heart, you know,
you know
they strung it up with dolly-o.
And when her heart meets floor below,
so will yours, dear Holly-o.
Anonymous