Lyrics High Germany - The Dubliners
O
Polly
love,
O
Polly,
the
road
has
now
begun
And
we
must
go
a
marching
at
the
beating
of
the
drum
Go
dress
yourself
all
in
your
best
and
come
along
with
me
I'll
take
you
to
the
war
me
love
in
High
Germany
Willy
love,
o
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
me
love
in
High
Germany
I'll
buy
for
you
a
horse
me
love
And
on
it
you
shall
ride
And
all
my
life
shall
I
be
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
bye
and
bye
O
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
wars
me
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
smiling
on
my
knee
I
will
think
of
lovely
Willy
in
High
Germany
O
Polly
love,
O
Polly,
the
road
has
now
begun
And
we
must
go
a
marching
at
the
beating
of
the
drum
Go
dress
yourself
all
in
your
best
and
come
along
with
me
I'll
take
you
to
the
war
me
love
in
High
Germany
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