High Germany

One day as I was walking, and a walkin' all alone I heard a young couple, a' makin' their moan Said the older one to the sunder one, "Bonnie lass I must away: For the King he has commanded us, and His orders I must obey

Oh first of all your promises when first you were my love Was to keep me ever at your side however far you should rove Pity only take do not me forsake, for great is my love Through France and Spain, Bonnie Ireland, along with you I'll go.

I fear the treacherous journey, bitter cold, and burning heat Rough cold, and stony mountains, they will wound your tender feet And to your kinsman to you would prove untrue, if from them you go For maids must bide at their parent's side, while men do fight the foe

I fear no parent's anger, nor any daring foe Since I have resolved along with you to go Through the rain and snow, and through weal or woe, I'll prove hard you'll see For the drums do beat, and the drum that sound, and the wars of High Germany

One day as I was walking, and a walkin' all alone I heard a young couple, a' makin' their moan Said the older one to the sunder one, "Bonnie lass I must away: For the King he has commanded us, and His orders I must obey