| Song | High Germany |
| Artist | Martin Carthy |
| Album | Martin Carthy |
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| 作词 : Traditional | |
| “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.” | |
| “I'll buy for you a horse, my love, and on it you shall ride | |
| And all my delight shall be a-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 wars 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. | |
| My friends I do not value nor my foes I do not fear, | |
| Now my love has left me I wander far and near. | |
| And when my baby it is born and a-smiling on my knee | |
| I'll think on lovely Willy in High Germany. | |
| (repeat first verse) |
| zuo ci : Traditional | |
| " Oh Polly love, oh Polly, the rout has now begun, | |
| And we must go amarching 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." | |
| " I' ll buy for you a horse, my love, and on it you shall ride | |
| And all my delight shall be ariding 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 wars 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. | |
| My friends I do not value nor my foes I do not fear, | |
| Now my love has left me I wander far and near. | |
| And when my baby it is born and asmiling on my knee | |
| I' ll think on lovely Willy in High Germany. | |
| repeat first verse |
| zuò cí : Traditional | |
| " Oh Polly love, oh Polly, the rout has now begun, | |
| And we must go amarching 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." | |
| " I' ll buy for you a horse, my love, and on it you shall ride | |
| And all my delight shall be ariding 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 wars 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. | |
| My friends I do not value nor my foes I do not fear, | |
| Now my love has left me I wander far and near. | |
| And when my baby it is born and asmiling on my knee | |
| I' ll think on lovely Willy in High Germany. | |
| repeat first verse |