HIGH GERMANY

OH POLLY LOVE, OH POLLY THE ROUT HAS NOW BEGUN,
AND WE MUST GO A MARCHING TO THE BEATING OF THE DRUM,
GO DRESS YOURSELF ALL IN YOUR BEST AND COME ALONG WITH
ME, AND I’LL TAKE YOU TO THE WARS 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 ALE HOUSE AND DRINK WHEN WE ARE DRY
WE’LL BE TRUE TO ONE ANOTHER AND GET MARRIED BY AND BY.
Chorus.

OH CURSED BE THOSE CRUEL WARS THAT EVER THEY MIGHT RISE,
AND OUT OF MERRY ENGLAND PASS MANY A MAN LIKEWISE,
THEY TOOK 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, MY FOES I DO NOT FEAR
FOR NOW MY TRUE LOVE’S LEFT ME AND WANDERS FAR AND NEAR

AND WHEN MY BABY IT IS BORN AND SMILING ON MY KNEE
I’LL THINK OF HANDSOME WILLY IN HIGH GERMANY.