High Germany Songtext
von Mervent

Oh Polly love, oh Polly
The rout has now begun
And we must go a-marching
With the beating of the drum
Go dress yourself in all your best
And come along with me
I′ll take you to the war, me 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 beside my dearest Willie
I am but a child but 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 delight shall be
To ride in by your side
We′ll stop at every old house
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
Prust many men likewise
They prust my true love from me
Likewise my brother three
And sent them to the war, me love
In high Germany

Oh Polly love, oh Polly
The rout has now begun
And we must go a-marching
With the beating of the drum
Go dress yourself in all your best
And come along with me
I'll take you to the war, me love
In high Germany