The Wars O' Germany
Tannahill WeaversOriginal | Una versione della ballata in inglese standard, da |
THE WARS O' GERMANY Wae be tae the orders that mairched my love awa' And wae be tae the cruel cause that gars my tears doon fa' Wae be tae the bluidy wars in High Germany For they hae ta'en my love and left a broken heart tae me The drums come sounding up the street before the screich o' day And the wee, wee fifes played loud and shrill while yet the morn was gray And the bonnie flags were a' unfurled, a gallant sicht tae see But wae's me for my sodger lad that marched tae Germany O' lang, lang is the traivel tae the bonnie pier o' Leith And dreich it is tae gang wi' the snawdrift in the teeth And oh the cauld wind froze the tear that gathered in ma e'e When I gaed there tae see my love embark for Germany Oh I looked o'er the braid blue sea as far as could be seen The wee, wee sail upon the ship my sodger lad was in But oh the wind blew cauld and snell and the ship sailed speedily And the waves and cruel wars hae twined my winsome lad frae me Wae be tae the orders that mairched my love awa' And wae be tae the cruel cause that gars my tears doon fa' Wae be tae the bluidy wars in High Germany For they hae ta'en my love and left a broken heart tae me! | THE WARS OF GERMANY Oh, woe be to the orders that marched my love away, And woe be to the cruel cause that makes my tears downfall; Oh, woe be to the cruel wars of high Germany For they have ta'en my love and left a broken heart to me. The drums beat In the morning before the screeck of day And the wee, wee fifes played loud and shrill while yet the morn was gray; And the bonnie flags were all unfurled, a gallant sight to see, But woe's me to my soldier lad that's gone to Germany. Oh, hard, hard is the travellin' to the bonnie pier o' Leith, And sad it is to go there with the snowdrift in the teeth! And oh! the cold wind froze the tears that gathered in my e'e, When I went there to see my love embark for Germany. I looked out o 'er the broad blue sea as could be seen, A wee bit sail upon the ship my soldier lad was in, But the wind was blowing sharp and cold and the ship sailed speedily , And the waves and cruel wars have twined my winsome love from me. |