High Germany / Erin's Jig

Oh polly love, oh polly the rout has now begun

And we must go a marching at the beating of the drum

Go dress yourself all in your best and come along with me

I'll take you to the war me love in high germany

Oh willy love, oh willy come list to what i say

My feet they are so tender, i can not march away

And besides my dearest willy i am with child by thee

Don t fitted 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 life i'll be there 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 bye and bye

Oh polly love, oh polly the rout has now begun

And we must go a marching at the beating of the drum

Go dress yourself all in your best and come along with me

I'll take you to the war me love in high germany

Hey, all of you come on come to the fire, take your girl

And dance!