High Germany Pentangle

[Verse 1]
Oh Polly love, oh Polly, the rout is now begun
And we must march away at the beating of my drum
Go dress yourself in all your best and come along with me
I'll take you to the cruel wars in High Germany

[Verse 2]
I fear the treacherous journey, bitter cold and burning heat
Rough roads and stony mountains they will wound the tender feet
To your kinsmen I might prove untrue if from them I do go
For maids must bide at their parents' side while the men do face the foe

[Instrumental Bridge]

[Verse 3]
I'll buy for you a horse, my love, and on it you will ride
Then all of my contentment shall be riding at my side
We'll stop at every alehouse and drink when we are dry
So quickly on the road, my love, and marry by and by

[Verse 4]
Oh Billy love, oh Billy, now mind what I do say
My feet they are so tired I cannot go away
Besides, my dearest Billy, I am with child by thee
Not fitting for the cruel wars in High Germany