High Germany
anonimo
Originale | La versione dei Pentangle, tratta da Solomon's Seal del 1972 Pentangle... |
HIGH GERMANY Oh Polly love, oh Polly, the rout has now begun We must go a-marching to the beating of the drum Dress yourself all in your best and come along with me I'll take you to the war, my love, in High Germany Oh Willie love, oh Willie, come list what I do say My feet they are so tender I cannot march away And besides my dearest Willie 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 in riding by your side We'll stop at every ale-house and drink when we are dry We'll be true to one another, get married by and by 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 of lovely Willie in High Germany | HIGH GERMANY Oh Polly love, oh Polly, the rout has now begun We must march away at the beating of the drum Go dress yourself in all your best and go along with me I'll take you to the cruel wars in High Germany I fear the treacherous journey bitter cold and burning heat Rough roads and stoney mountains they will wound my tender feet To your kinsmen I might prove untrue if from them I do go For maid must bide at their parents side while the men do face the foe I'll buy for you a horse my love and on it you will ride Then all of my contentment will be riding at my side We'll stop at every ale house and drink when we are dry So quickly on the road my love we'll marry by and by Oh Billy love, oh Billy now mind what I do say My feet they are so tired I cannot go away Besides my dearest Billy I am with child by thee Not fitting for the cruels wars in High Germany Oh Polly love, oh Polly I love you very well Ther are few in any place my Polly can excel And when your babe is born and sits smiling on your knee You will on your Billy that's in High Germany Oh cursed be the cruel wars that ever they began For they have pressed my Billy and many a clever man For they have pressed my Billy likewise my brothers three And sent them to the cruels wars in High Germany |