Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song High Germany, artist - Mervent. Album song 2, in the genre Музыка мираDate of issue: 05.07.2009
Record label: Sketis
Song language: English
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 |