High Germany from Roots&Branches by GreenMatthews
Tracklist
3. | High Germany | 4:07 |
Lyrics
“Oh Polly my dear Polly, the rout has now begun,
And we must march away, love, to the beating of the drum.
And so, my darling Polly, you must along with me
For we're off to fight the war, my love, in High Germany.”
“Oh Billy love, oh Billy, come list what I do say,
My feet they are so tender, I cannot march away.
And besides, my dearest Billy, I am with child by thee,
Not fitted for the war, my love, in High Germany.”
"A horse have I for you, my love, and on it you shall ride
So sweet and oh so tender all like a new-wed bride
And so, my darling Polly, you must along with me
For we're off to fight the war, my love, in High Germany.”
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 cruel war in High Germany."
“Oh Polly my dear Polly, the rout has now begun,
And we must march away, love, to the beating of the drum.
And so, my darling Polly, you must along with me
For we're off to fight the war, my love, in High Germany.”
Credits
Chris: voice, piano, mandocello, bass
Sophie: voice, alto recorder
words and music trad. arr. Chris Green ©2019