Oh Polly, love, oh Polly, the rout has now begun
And we must go a-marching at the beating of the [bad word] 
Go dress yourself all in your best [bad word] along with me
I'll take you to the war, me love, in high Germany 

Oh Willy, love, oh [bad word] list what I do say
My feet they are so tender, I cannot march away
And besides, my dearest Willy, I am with child by thee
Not [bad word] for the war, me love, in high Germany 

I'll buy for you a horse, me love, and on it you shall ride
And all my delight shall be it, riding by your side
We'll stop at every alehouse and drink when we are dry
We'll be [bad word] to one another, get married bye and bye 

Oh, cursed be them [bad word] wars that ever they should rise
And out of merry England press many a man likewise
They pressed my [bad word] love from me, likewise my brothers three
And sent them to the wars, me love, in high Germany 

My friends I do not value and my foes I do not fear 
For now my love has left me to wander far and near 
And when my baby it is born and smiling on my knee 
I'll think of handsome Willy in High Germany 

Oh Polly, love, oh Polly, the rout has now begun
And we must go a-marching at the beating of the [bad word] 
Go dress yourself all in your best [bad word] along with me
I'll take you to the war, me love, in high Germany