High Germany
Traditional IrishVersion1
90
Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
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;
I'll take you to the cruel war 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 cruel war in High Germany.
I'll buy for you a horse, my love, and on it you shall ride
And all my delight shall be a-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 by and by.
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 cruel wars in High Germany.
No, 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 a-smiling on my knee
I'll think on lovely Willy in 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;
I'll take you to the cruel war in High Germany.
Source: Songsterr · Rights holder? Request removal.
Readable chord sheet for High Germany by Traditional Irish
O[Em]h Polly love, o[G]h Polly, the r[Am]out has now[Em] begun, And [G]we must go a-mar[C]ching [G]to the b[D]eating of the [Em]drum. Go [G]dress yourself all [C]in your [G]best and com[D]e along with[Em] me; I'll ta[Em]ke you to the cr[G]uel w[Em]ar in H[Am]igh Germa[Em]ny. Oh[Em] Willy love, oh[G] Willy, come l[Am]ist what I [Em]do say, My [G]feet they a[C]re so t[G]ender, I [D]cannot march[Em] away. An[G]d besides, my dearest W[C]illy, I[G] am with child [D]by th[Em]ee, Not fit[Em]ted for the cru[G]el w[Em]ar in H[Am]igh Germa[Em]ny. I[Em]'ll buy for you a h[G]orse, my lo[Am]ve, and on it you shall [Em]ride An[G]d all my de[C]light s[G]hall be a[D]-riding by your s[Em]ide. W[G]e'll stop at every aleh[C]ouse an[G]d drink when w[D]e are [Em]dry, We'll[Em] be true to o[G]ne another, [Em]get mar[Am]ried by a[Em]nd by. O[Em]h, cursed be them c[G]ruel wars that [Am]ever they should ri[Em]se A[G]nd out of Merry [C]England p[G]ress many a [D]man likewi[Em]se. T[G]hey pressed my true love f[C]rom me, [G]likewise my br[D]others[Em] three, And [Em]sent them to the [G]cruel wa[Em]rs in H[Am]igh Germa[Em]ny. N[Em]o, my friends I do not va[G]lue nor my f[Am]oes I do not f[Em]ear, N[G]ow my love has l[C]eft me I [G]wander f[D]ar and ne[Em]ar. [G]And when my baby it is b[C]orn and a-s[G]miling o[D]n my k[Em]nee [Em]I'll think on lovely W[G]illy [Em]in High [Am]Germa[Em]ny. Oh[Em] Polly love, oh[G] Polly, the ro[Am]ut has now [Em]begun, And [G]we must go a-mar[C]ching [G]to the b[D]eating of the [Em]drum. Go [G]dress yourself all [C]in your [G]best and com[D]e along with[Em] me; I'll ta[Em]ke you to the cr[G]uel w[Em]ar in H[Am]igh Germa[Em]ny.