High Germany Songtext
von An Cat Dubh

Oh Polly, lovely Polly, the rout has now begun
And I must keep a-marching to the beating of the drum
Go dress yourself all in your best and come along with me
And I′ll show you to the wars, beloved, in high Germany
I'll buy you a horse, beloved, and on it you shall ride
And all of my delight shall be riding by your side
We′ll stop at every alehouse and drink when we are dry
So quickly on the road, beloved, we'll marry by and by


Oh Willie, lovely Willie, now list what I say
Me feet they are so tender I cannot a-march away
And besides, my dearest Willie, though I'm in love with thee
I′m not fit for your cruel wars in high Germany

Oh cursed be the cruel wars that never they should rise
And never merry England press many a lad like wise
They took young Willie from me, likewise me brothers three
And sent them to the wars, beloved, in high Germany

Oh Polly, lovely Polly, the rout has now begun
And I must keep a-marching to the beating of the drum
Go dress yourself all in your best and come along with me
And I′ll show you to the wars, beloved, in high Germany