High Germany - The Folkstones video free download

The Folkstones singing 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 to what I say

My feet they are so tender, I can not 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 I'll be there 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 bye and bye

Oh cursed be the 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 lad 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'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