[00:00.000] 作词 : Terry Cox/Danny Thompson/Bert Jansch/Jacqui McShee/John Renbourn
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Terry Cox/Danny Thompson/Bert Jansch/Jacqui McShee/John Renbourn
[00:28.398]Oh Polly love oh Polly the rout is now begun，
[00:33.084]And we must march away at the beating of the drum，
[00:37.597]Go dress yourself in all your best and go along with me，
[00:41.635]I'll take you to the cruel wars in High Germany.
[00:46.367]I fear the treacherous journey bitter cold and burning heat，
[00:50.687]Rough roads and stony mountains they will wound my tender feet，
[00:55.081]To your kinsmen I might prove untrue if from them I do go，
[00:59.403]For maids must bide at their parents' side while the men do face the foe.
[01:21.842]I'll buy for you a horse my love and on it you will ride，
[01:26.014]Then all of my contentment will be riding at my side，
[01:30.355]We'll stop at every ale house and drink when we are dry，
[01:34.584]So quickly on the road my love we'll marry by and by.
[01:39.574]Oh Billy love oh Billy now mind what I do say，
[01:43.390]My feet they are so tired I cannot go away，
[01:47.949]Besides my dearest Billy I am with child by thee，
[01:51.913]Not fitting for the cruel wars in High Germany.
[02:14.332]Oh Polly love oh Polly I love you very well，
[02:18.596]There are few in any place my Polly can excel，
[02:23.035]And when your babe is born and sits smiling on your knee
[02:26.994]You will think on your Billy that's in High Germany.
[02:32.252]Oh cursed be the cruel wars that ever they began，
[02:36.243]For they have pressed my Billy and many a man，
[02:40.697]For they have pressed my Billy likewise my brothers three，
[02:44.765]And sent them to the cruel wars in High Germany

作词 : Terry Cox/Danny Thompson/Bert Jansch/Jacqui McShee/John Renbourn
作曲 : Terry Cox/Danny Thompson/Bert Jansch/Jacqui McShee/John Renbourn
Oh Polly love oh Polly the rout is now begun，
And we must march away at the beating of the drum，
Go dress yourself in all your best and go along with me，
I'll take you to the cruel wars in High Germany.
I fear the treacherous journey bitter cold and burning heat，
Rough roads and stony mountains they will wound my tender feet，
To your kinsmen I might prove untrue if from them I do go，
For maids must bide at their parents' side while the men do face the foe.
I'll buy for you a horse my love and on it you will ride，
Then all of my contentment will be riding at my side，
We'll stop at every ale house and drink when we are dry，
So quickly on the road my love we'll marry by and by.
Oh Billy love oh Billy now mind what I do say，
My feet they are so tired I cannot go away，
Besides my dearest Billy I am with child by thee，
Not fitting for the cruel wars in High Germany.
Oh Polly love oh Polly I love you very well，
There are few in any place my Polly can excel，
And when your babe is born and sits smiling on your knee
You will think on your Billy that's in High Germany.
Oh cursed be the cruel wars that ever they began，
For they have pressed my Billy and many a man，
For they have pressed my Billy likewise my brothers three，
And sent them to the cruel wars in High Germany