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High Germany
Traditional Irish
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Capo on the 2nd Fret
Em G Am Em
�Oh Polly love, oh Polly, the rout has now begun,
G C G D Em
And we must go a-marching to the beating of the drum.
G C G D Em
Go dress yourself all in your best and come along with me;
Em G Em Am Em
I'll take you to the cruel war in High Germany.�
Em G Am Em
�Oh Willy love, oh Willy, come list what I do say,
G C G D Em
My feet they are so tender, I cannot march away.
G C G D Em
And besides, my dearest Willy, I am with child by thee,
Em G Em Am Em
Not fitted for the cruel war in High Germany.�
Em G Am Em
�I'll buy for you a horse, my love, and on it you shall ride
G C G D Em
And all my delight shall be a-riding by your side.
G C G D Em
We'll stop at every alehouse and drink when we are dry,
Em G Em Am Em
We'll be true to one another, get married by and by.�
Em G Am Em
Oh, cursed be them cruel wars that ever they should rise
G C G D Em
And out of Merry England press many a man likewise.
G C G D Em
They pressed my true love from me, likewise my brothers three,
Em G Em Am Em
And sent them to the cruel wars in High Germany.
Em G Am Em
No, my friends I do not value nor my foes I do not fear,
G C G D Em
Now my love has left me I wander far and near.
G C G D Em
And when my baby it is born and a-smiling on my knee
Em G Em Am Em
I'll think on lovely Willy in High Germany.
Em G Am Em
�Oh Polly love, oh Polly, the rout has now begun,
G C G D Em
And we must go a-marching to the beating of the drum.
G C G D Em
Go dress yourself all in your best and come along with me;
Em G Em Am Em
I'll take you to the cruel war in High Germany.�
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