Paroles de la chanson High Germany : O Polly love, O Polly, the road 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 Willy love, o 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 life shall I be 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
O 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 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 smiling on my knee I will think of lovely Willy in high Germany O Polly love, O Polly, the road 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