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[ti:High Germany] |
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[ar:Pentangle] |
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[al: ] |
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Oh Polly love oh Polly the rout is now begun |
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And we must march away at the beating of the drum |
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Go dress yourself in all your best and go along with me |
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I'll take you to the cruel wars in High Germany. |
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I fear the treacherous journey bitter cold and burning heat |
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Rough roads and stony mountains they will wound my tender feet |
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To your kinsmen I might prove untrue if from them I do go |
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For maids must bide at their parents' side while the men do face the foe. |
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I'll buy for you a horse my love and on it you will ride |
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Then all of my contentment will be riding at my side |
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We'll stop at every ale house and drink when we are dry |
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So quickly on the road my love we'll marry by and by. |
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Oh Billy love oh Billy now mind what I do say |
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My feet they are so tired I cannot go away |
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Besides my dearest Billy I am with child by thee |
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Not fitting for the cruel wars in High Germany. |
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Oh Polly love oh Polly I love you very well |
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There are few in any place my Polly can excel |
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And when your babe is born and sits smiling on your knee |
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You will think on your Billy that's in High Germany. |
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Oh cursed be the cruel wars that ever they began |
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For they have pressed my Billy and many a clever man |
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For they have pressed my Billy likewise my brothers three |
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And sent them to the cruel wars in High Germany. |
