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Typical of the folk-heritage songs of the English people, this song has been researched, debated and studied by middle-class British academics and historians ad nauseam. As ever, consumed by lofty debate and being entirely unconnected with the song's origins and sentiment they have entirely missed the point. It is most likely a 300+ year old protest song, composed by an uneducated, illiterate English commoner to document the fact that incessant British wars were destroying English families, villages and communities. I have added a chorus to emphasise this point and the song is a reminder that wars were, and still are, often conducted simply to satisfy the greed of the rich and powerful. In the past 300 years the British have engaged in more than 161 battles. British politicians of every ilk and their cronies sentenced millions of young Englishmen to die overseas thereby ensuring the destruction of ethnic English continuity forever. Sadly, the vast majority of ethnic English folk are still ignorant of this song's existence and are completely unaware that the disappearance of their English ethnicity is inevitable.

Lyrics

1. Oh Polly love, oh Polly the rout has now begun
And I must go a marching to the beating of the drum
Go dress yourself all in your best and come along with me
And I'll take you to the war me love in High Germany

2. Oh Willy love, oh Willy pray listen to what I say
My feet they are so tender, I can not march away
And besides my dearest Willy I am with child by thee
Not fitted for the war me love in High Germany

3. I'll buy for you a horse me love and on it you shall ride
And all my delight wll 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

4. Oh cursed be the cruel wars that ever they did rise
And out of merry England went many a man likewise
They took my true love from me, likewise my brothers three
And pressed them to the wars me lads in High Germany

CHORUS:
In High Germany where all our young men die,
In High Germany where all our young men lie

5. My friends I do not value and my foes I do not fear
For now my love has left me to wander far and near
And when my baby it is born and smiling on my knee
I'll think of handsome Willy in High Germany

CHORUS:
In High Germany where all our young men die,
In High Germany where all our young men lie

6. Oh Polly love, oh Polly the rout has now begun
And I must go a marching to the beating of the drum
Go dress yourself all in your best and come along with me
And I'll take you to the wars me love in High Germany.

CHORUS:
In High Germany where all our young men die,
In High Germany where all our young men lie
In High Germany where English young men die,
In High Germany where English young men lie

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