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Martin Carthy
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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 war, my love, 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 war, my love, 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.' 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網
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 war, my love, 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 a-smiling on my knee I'll think on lovely Willy in High Germany.
(repeat first verse)
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