High Germany

Melody -

1. I'll buy for you a horse, my love,
And on it you will ride
And all of my delight will be
In riding by your side
We'll stop at every ale-house,
And drink when we are dry
We'll be true to one another
And get married by and by.

Refrain:
Oh colleen, love, oh colleen love,
The rout has now begun,
And I must go a-marching
To the beating of a drum.
Come, dress your self all
In your best and come along with me
And I'll take you to the wars, me love,
In High Germany.
  2. Oh cursed be those cruel wars
That ever did they rise
And out of merry England
Pass many a man likewise;
They took my true-love from me,
Likewise my brothers three
And sent them to the wars m'love
In High Germany.

3. My friends I do not value
And my foes I do not fear
For now my fine love's left me
And wanders far and near
But when my baby it is born
And smiling on my knee
I'll think of handsome Willie
In High Germany.


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