Paroles de High Germany

Oh Polly love, oh Polly the rout has now begun And we must go a marching at the beating of the drum Go dress yourself all in your best and come along with me I'll take you to the war me love in High Germany Oh Willy love, oh Willy come list to what I say My feet they are so tender, I can not march away And besides my dearest Willy I am with child by thee Not fitted for the war me love in High Germany I'll buy for you a horse me love and on it you shall ride And all my life I'll be there 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 bye and bye Oh cursed be the 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 wars me lad 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 smiling on my knee I'll think of lovely Willy in High Germany Oh Polly love, oh Polly the rout has now begun And we must go a marching at the beating of the drum Go dress yourself all in your best and come along with me I'll take you to the war me love in High Germany