Misc Traditional – High Germany (Guitar)

Capo 2
Key
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Versions (3)

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Chords

  Em             G             Am         Em
“Oh Polly love, oh Polly, the rout has now begun,

    G               C     G       D             Em
And we must go a-marching to the beating of the drum.

   G                  C       G           D           Em
Go dress yourself all in your best and come along with me;

       Em              G    Em     Am       Em
I'll take you to the war, my love in High Germany.”

   Em             G             Am         Em
“Oh Willy love, oh Willy, come list what I do say,

   G          C      G        D           Em
My feet they are so tender, I cannot march away.

  G                      C      G              D    Em
And besides, my dearest Willy, I am with child by thee,

       Em             G   Em     Am       Em
Not fitted for the war, my love in High Germany.”

  Em                 G          Am                      Em
“I'll buy for you a horse, my love, and on it you shall ride

  G          C      G        D                Em
And all my delight shall be a-riding by your side.

 G                      C      G             D     Em
We'll stop at every alehouse and drink when we are dry,

     Em           G           Em     Am       Em
We'll be true to one another, get married by and by.”

 Em                 G              Am                 Em
Oh, cursed be them cruel wars that ever they should rise

 G               C        G           D         Em
And out of Merry England press many a man likewise.

 G                         C       G             D     Em
They pressed my true love from me, likewise my brothers three,

    Em               G       Em     Am       Em
And sent them to the war, my love in High Germany.

 Em                       G           Am            Em
No, my friends I do not value nor my foes I do not fear,

 G               C        G       D        Em
Now my love has left me I wander far and near.

G                       C          G       D     Em
And when my baby it is born and a-smiling on my knee

Em                    G    Em      Am   Em
I'll think on lovely Willy in High Germany.

   Em             G             Am         Em
“Oh Polly love, oh Polly, the rout has now begun,

    G               C     G       D             Em
And we must go a-marching to the beating of the drum.

   G                  C       G           D           Em
Go dress yourself all in your best and come along with me;

       Em              G    Em     Am       Em
I'll take you to the war, my love in High Germany.”