High Germany - Martin Carthy

Oh polly love oh polly

The rout has now begun

And we must go a-marching to the beating of the drum

Go dress yourself all in your best and come along with me

I'll take you to the war my love in high germany

Oh willy love oh willy come list what I do say

My feet they are so tender I cannot march away

And besides my dearest willy 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 a-riding by your side

We'll stop at every alehouse and drink when we are dry

We'll be true to one another get married by and by

Oh 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 on lovely willy in high germany

Oh polly love oh polly the rout has now begun

And we must go a-marching to the beating of the drum

Go dress yourself all in your best and come along with me

I'll take you to the war my love in high germany