Martin Carthy sings HIGH GERMANY ?Oh Polly love, oh Polly, the rout has now begun, And we must go a-marching to 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.? From Mainly Norfolk
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