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Variation
This version of "High Germany" was compiled by Lesley Nelson-Burns.

Lyrics

 * 1) O Polly dear, O Polly dear, The rout has now begun And we must march away At the beating of the drum. Go dress yourself all in your best And come along with me, I'll take you to the cruel wars In High Germany.
 * 2) O Harry, dear Harry, You mind what I do say, My feet they are so tender I cannot march away, And besides, my dearest Harry, Although I'm in love with thee. I am not fit for cruel wars In High Germany.
 * 3) I'll buy you a horse, my Love, And on it you shall ride, And all of my delight shall be Riding by your side; We'll call at ev'ry ale house, And drink when we are dry, So quickly on the road, my Love, We'll marry by and by.
 * 4) O cursed were the cruel wars That ever they should rise And out of merry England Press many a lad likewise! They press'd young Harry from me, Likewise my brothers three, And sent them to the cruel wars In High Germany.