Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song High Germany , by - The Dubliners. Song from the album At Home With, in the genre Кельтская музыкаRelease date: 19.07.2016
Record label: TY4TM
Song language: English
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' 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, 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 in, 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 bye and bye |
| 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 wars, me love, in High Germany |
| Me friends I do not value nor me foes I do not fear |
| Now me love has left me, I wander far and near |
| And when me baby it is born and smiling on me 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 |