Oh Colleen love! Oh Colleen! the rout has now begun
And I must go a marching to the beating of the drum
Come dress yourself all in your best and come along with me
And I'll take you to the wars me love in High Germany.
I'll buy for you a horse, me love, and on it you will ride
And all of me 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.
O cursed be those cruel wars that ever did they rise
And out of merry England pass many a man likewise
They took me true-love from me, likewise me brothers three
And sent them to the wars me love in High Germany.
Me friend I do not value and me foes I do not fear
But now me fine love's left me and wanders far and near
But when me baby it is born and smiling on me knee
I'll think of handsome Willie in High Germany.