Capo on the 2nd Fret E5 G5 A5 E5 ?Oh Polly love, oh Polly, the rout has now begun, G5 C5 G5 D5 E5 And we must go a-marching to the beating of the drum. G5 C5 G5 D5 E5 Go dress yourself all in your best and come along with me; E5 G5 E5 A5 E5 I'll take you to the cruel war in High Germany.? E5 G5 A5 E5 ?Oh Willy love, oh Willy, come list what I do say, G5 C5 G5 D5 E5 My feet they are so tender, I cannot march away. G5 C5 G5 D5 E5 And besides, my dearest Willy, I am with child by thee, E5 G5 E5 A5 E5 Not fitted for the cruel war in High Germany.? E5 G5 A5 E5 ?I'll buy for you a horse, my love, and on it you shall ride G5 C5 G5 D5 E5 And all my delight shall be a-riding by your side. G5 C5 G5 D5 E5 We'll stop at every alehouse and drink when we are dry, E5 G5 E5 A5 E5 We'll be true to one another, get married by and by.? E5 G5 A5 E5 Oh, cursed be them cruel wars that ever they should rise G5 C5 G5 D5 E5 And out of Merry England press many a man likewise. G5 C5 G5 D5 E5 They pressed my true love from me, likewise my brothers three, E5 G5 E5 A5 E5 And sent them to the cruel wars in High Germany. E5 G5 A5 E5 No, my friends I do not value nor my foes I do not fear, G5 C5 G5 D5 E5 Now my love has left me I wander far and near. G5 C5 G5 D5 E5 And when my baby it is born and a-smiling on my knee E5 G5 E5 A5 E5 I'll think on lovely Willy in High Germany. E5 G5 A5 E5 ?Oh Polly love, oh Polly, the rout has now begun, G5 C5 G5 D5 E5 And we must go a-marching to the beating of the drum. G5 C5 G5 D5 E5 Go dress yourself all in your best and come along with me; E5 G5 E5 A5 E5 I'll take you to the cruel war in High Germany.?
