The Dubliners High Germany

Lyrics: Oh Polly, love, oh Polly, the rout has now begun And we must go amarching 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 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 fitted for the war, me love, in high Germany