High Germany - Teufelstanz

Oh Polly love, oh Polly, the road 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 my 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 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 alehouse and drink when we are dry

We’ll be true to one another, get married by and by

Oh cursed be them cruel war that ever they should rise

And out of merry England press many a man likewise

They pressed my true love from me likewise my brothers three

And sent them to the war my love in High Germany