[ti:High Germany]
[ar:Pentangle]
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[00:28.90]Oh Polly love oh Polly the rout is now begun
[00:33.00]And we must march away at the beating of the drum
[00:37.80]Go dress yourself in all your best and go along with me
[00:41.20]I'll take you to the cruel wars in High Germany.
[00:46.00]I fear the treacherous journey bitter cold and burning heat
[00:50.50]Rough roads and stony mountains they will wound my tender feet
[00:54.80]To your kinsmen I might prove untrue if from them I do go
[00:59.60]For maids must bide at their parents' side while the men do face the foe.
[01:21.50]I'll buy for you a horse my love and on it you will ride
[01:26.00]Then all of my contentment will be riding at my side
[01:30.65]We'll stop at every ale house and drink when we are dry
[01:34.50]So quickly on the road my love we'll marry by and by.
[01:39.00]Oh Billy love oh Billy now mind what I do say
[01:43.65]My feet they are so tired I cannot go away
[01:47.90]Besides my dearest Billy I am with child by thee
[01:51.70]Not fitting for the cruel wars in High Germany.
[02:14.10]Oh Polly love oh Polly I love you very well
[02:18.80]There are few in any place my Polly can excel
[02:22.80]And when your babe is born and sits smiling on your knee
[02:27.00]You will think on your Billy that's in High Germany.
[02:32.10]Oh cursed be the cruel wars that ever they began
[02:36.00]For they have pressed my Billy and many a clever man
[02:40.60]For they have pressed my Billy likewise my brothers three
[02:44.67]And sent them to the cruel wars in High Germany.