Capo on the 2nd Fret 

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

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?Oh Willy love, oh Willy, come list what I do say,
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My feet they are so tender, I cannot march away.
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And besides, my dearest Willy, I am with child by thee,
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Not fitted for the cruel war in High Germany.?

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?I'll buy for you a horse, my love, and on it you shall ride
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And all my delight shall be a-riding by your side.
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We'll stop at every alehouse and drink when we are dry,
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We'll be true to one another, get married by and by.?

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Oh, cursed be them cruel wars that ever they should rise
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And out of Merry England press many a man likewise.
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They pressed my true love from me, likewise my brothers three,
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And sent them to the cruel wars in High Germany.

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No, my friends I do not value nor my foes I do not fear,
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Now my love has left me I wander far and near.
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And when my baby it is born and a-smiling on my knee
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I'll think on lovely Willy in High Germany.

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