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

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

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

"High Germany", printed in A Collection of Choice Garlands (in the 1780s), sung by Martin Carthy.