|Originale||Sottoscrivo quello che diceva Cattia Salto qualche mese fa: "High...|
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
So, dearest Polly, the war it has begun,
And I must march along by the beating of the drum.
Come dress yourself all in your best and sail away with me;
I'll take you to the wars, my love, in Higher Germanie.
I'll buy Polly a pony and on it she shall ride,
I'll buy Polly a pony to ride all by my side.
We'll stop at every alehouse and drink when we get dry,
We'll be true to one each other and marry by and by.
It's when I get to Plymouth town, a bed for you I'll have,
That shall be covered in roses and the roses shall be red.
So when your baby it is born and smiling on your knee,
You will think of lovely Will, love, in Higher Germanie.
Oh, cursed are the cruel wars that ever they should rise
And out of Merry England press many a lad likewise.
They took my husband from me and all my brothers three,
And they sent them to the cruel wars in Higher Germanie.