High Germany (исполнитель: Mervent)
Oh Polly love, oh Polly, the rout has now begun We must go a-marching to the beating of the [bad word] Dress yourself all in your best [bad word] along with me I'll take you to the war, my love, in High Germany Oh Willie love, oh [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] to one another, get married by and by 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 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