Higher Germanie

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Polly, dearest Polly

The war is now begun

And I must ride away

At the beating of the drum

Come dress yourself

All in your best

Come go along with me

I will take you

To the cruel wars

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Oh Harry, dearest Harry

Mind what I do say

My feet they are so tired

I cannot go away

Besides, my dearest Harry

Though I'm in love with thee

I am not fit for cruel wars

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I'll buy for you a horse, my love

And on it you shall ride

And all of my contentment

Shall be rarching by your side

We'll stop at every alehouse

And drink when we are dry

So quickly on the road, my love

We will marry by and by



Oh cursed be those cruel wars

That ever they should rise

And out of Merry England

Take many a lad likewise

They took my dearest Harry

Also his brothers three

And sent them to the cruel wars

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