Push for PORTER

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Oh Polly, love, oh Polly,
the rout has now begun,
And we must go a-marching to
the beating of a drum.
Come, dress your self all in your best
and come along with me
And I'll take you to the wars, my love,
in High Germany.

I'll buy for you a horse, my love,
and on it you will ride
And all of my delight will 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 those cruel wars
that ever did they rise
And out of merry England pass
many a man likewise;
They took my true-love from me,
likewise my brothers three
And sent them to the wars my love
in High Germany.

My friends I do not value
and my foes I do not fear
For now my fine love's left me
and wanders far and near
But when my baby it is born
and smiling on my knee
I'll think of handsome Willie
in High Germany.