From the album Full Circle

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English Folk-Heritage

According to some historians, this ballad tells the tale of a young man who’s off to the Marlburlian Wars i.e. 1670's to the very early 1700's, mostly fought in 'High Germany'. Back then men were often ‘press-ganged’ into the army and camp ’followers’, (wives and girlfriends) occasionally tagged along too. In this song Willie tells Polly to get dressed and come with him to the war but she declines because she’s rather foot-weary and just a tiny bit pregnant.
Now, although thousands of folkie academics have studied and debated over this song ad nauseam – its date, its origins and the battles involved – they have entirely missed the point of the song. This song was not written by a military man but presumably composed by an ordinary English woman. It is simply a 300 year old English protest song, and it reminds us how wars destroy families and communities, and how centuries of young Englishmen being sent off as ‘cannon fodder’ has destroyed ethnic English continuity.

Lyrics

English Folk Heritage

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

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

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

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

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

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
High Germany

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