The Wars O' Germany
Tannahill Weavers| Una versione della ballata in inglese standard, da | |
| THE WARS O' GERMANY Wae be tae the order that mairched my love awa' And wae be tae the cruel cause that gars my tears doon fa' And wae be tae those bloody wars in High Germany For they hae ta'en my love and left a broken hairt tae me 'Twas early in the mornin' afore the screech o' day The wee wee fifes did loudly shrill while yet the morn was grey The bonnie flags were a' unfurled, a gallant sight tae see As I gaed there tae see my love embark for Germany Lang, lang is the traivel tae the bonnie pier o' Leith An' dreich it is tae gang wi' the snaw-drift in your teeth And oh, the cauld wind froze the tears that gathered in ma e'e As I gaed there tae see my love embark for Germany | 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. |
