High Germany letra

Woe be to the orders that took my love away
And woe be to the cruel cause that bid my tears to fall
Woe be to the bloody wars of high Germany
They have taken my love and left a broken heart to me

The drum beat in the morning before the break of day
And the small wee fife played loud and clear while yet the morn was gray
And I the bonny flag unfurled, 'twas a gallant sight to see
Woe to me, my soldier lad was marched to Germany

Long, long is the traveling to the bonny pier of Leith
And bleak it was to gang there with a snowstorm in your teeth
And aye, the wind blew sharp and strong, and a tear rose in my eyne
I gang there to see my love embark for Germany

As I gazed over the cruel, cruel sea for as long as could be seen
The wee small sails upon the ship my own true love was in
And aye, the wind blew sharp and strong, and the ship sailed speedily
Cruel the raging wars have torn my bonny boy from me

Woe be to the orders that took my love away
And woe be to the cruel cause that bid my tears to fall
Woe be to the bloody wars of high Germany
They have taken my love and left a broken heart to me
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Cherish The Ladies - Letras

• An Poc Ar Buile
• Betsy Belle And Mary Gray
• Bogie's Bonnie Belle
• Bonny Blue-Eyed Nancy
• Broken Wings
• Down By The Glenside
• Erin Grá Mo Chroí
• Fair And Tender Ladies
• Freeborn Man Of The Traveling People
• Green Grow The Rushes Oh
• High Germany
• I'll Walk Beside You
• John Of Dreams
• Keg Of Brandy
• Matt Hyland
• Queen Of Connemara
• Rambling Irishman
• Sweet Thames Flow Softly
• The Ballad Of The Foxhunter
• The Bergen
• The Bonny Light Horseman
• The Broom Of The Cowdenknowes
• The Curragh Of Kildare
• The Galway Rover
• The Green Fields Of Canada
• The Jolly Beggarman
• The Lake Isle Of Innisfree
• The Leader Of The Band