High Germany
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HIGH GERMANY Oh Polly love, oh Polly, the rout has now begun We must go a-marching to the beating of the drum Dress yourself all in your best and come along with me I'll take you to the war, my love, in High Germany Oh Willie love, oh Willie, come list what I do say My feet they are so tender I cannot march away And besides my dearest Willie I am with child by thee Not fitted for the war, my love, in High Germany I'll buy for you a horse, my love, and on it you shall ride And all my delight shall be in riding by your side We'll stop at every ale-house and drink when we are dry We'll be true to one another, get married by and by Cursed be them cruel wars that ever they should rise And out of merry England press many a man likewise They pressed my true love from me likewise my brothers three And sent them to the war, my love, in High Germany My friends I do not value nor my foes I do not fear Now my love has left me I wander far and near And when my baby it is born and a-smiling on my knee I'll think of lovely Willie in High Germany | HIGHER GERMANIE So, dearest Polly, the war it has begun, And I must march along by the beating of the drum. Come dress yourself all in your best and sail away with me; I'll take you to the wars, my love, in Higher Germanie. I'll buy Polly a pony and on it she shall ride, I'll buy Polly a pony to ride all by my side. We'll stop at every alehouse and drink when we get dry, We'll be true to one each other and marry by and by. It's when I get to Plymouth town, a bed for you I'll have, That shall be covered in roses and the roses shall be red. So when your baby it is born and smiling on your knee, You will think of lovely Will, love, in Higher Germanie. Oh, cursed are the cruel wars that ever they should rise And out of Merry England press many a lad likewise. They took my husband from me and all my brothers three, And they sent them to the cruel wars in Higher Germanie. |