Chords for The Dubliners - High Germany
Tempo:
119.6 bpm
Chords used:
F
Dm
C
Gm
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[F] [Dm]
Oh Polly, love, [F] oh Polly, [Dm] the rout has now begun,
And we must go a [Gm]-marching at [F] the beating [Dm] of the drum.
[G] Go dress yourself [Gm] all in your best and come [C] along with me,
[Dm] I'll take you [F] to the war, my [Dm] love, in high Germany.
Oh Willie, [F] love, oh Willie, [Dm] come listen to what I do say,
[F] My feet they are so [G] tender [F] I cannot march [Dm] away,
[F] And besides, my dearest [Gm] Willie, [F] I am with [G] child I thee,
[Dm] Not fit to for [F] the war, my [Dm] love, in high Germany.
[F]
[Dm] I'll buy for [F] you a horse, my love, [Dm] and on it you shall ride,
[F] And all my delight shall be in riding [Dm] by your side.
[F] We'll stop at every alehouse and drink when we [C] are dry,
[Dm] We'll be true to [F] one another, [Dm] get married by and by,
Oh, charse [F] if even cruel [Dm] wars that ever they should rise.
[F] And I'll marry England, press many a man [Dm] likewise,
[F] They'll press my true love from me likewise, my [C] brothers three,
[Dm] And send them [F] to the wars, my [Dm] love, in high Germany.
[F]
[Dm] Me friends [F] I do not [Dm] value, nor me foes I do not fear,
[F] Now me love has left me, I wander [Dm] far and near,
[F] And when me baby it is born and smiling [C] on me knee,
[Dm] I'll think [F] of lovely Willie [Dm] in high Germany.
Oh, Polly's [F] love, oh, Polly, [Dm] the rout has now begun,
[F] And we must go a-marching at the beating [Dm] of the drum,
[F] Go dress yourself [Gm] all in your [F] best and come along [C] with me,
[Dm] I'll take you [F] to the war, my [Dm] love, in high Germany.
[D]
Oh Polly, love, [F] oh Polly, [Dm] the rout has now begun,
And we must go a [Gm]-marching at [F] the beating [Dm] of the drum.
[G] Go dress yourself [Gm] all in your best and come [C] along with me,
[Dm] I'll take you [F] to the war, my [Dm] love, in high Germany.
Oh Willie, [F] love, oh Willie, [Dm] come listen to what I do say,
[F] My feet they are so [G] tender [F] I cannot march [Dm] away,
[F] And besides, my dearest [Gm] Willie, [F] I am with [G] child I thee,
[Dm] Not fit to for [F] the war, my [Dm] love, in high Germany.
[F]
[Dm] I'll buy for [F] you a horse, my love, [Dm] and on it you shall ride,
[F] And all my delight shall be in riding [Dm] by your side.
[F] We'll stop at every alehouse and drink when we [C] are dry,
[Dm] We'll be true to [F] one another, [Dm] get married by and by,
Oh, charse [F] if even cruel [Dm] wars that ever they should rise.
[F] And I'll marry England, press many a man [Dm] likewise,
[F] They'll press my true love from me likewise, my [C] brothers three,
[Dm] And send them [F] to the wars, my [Dm] love, in high Germany.
[F]
[Dm] Me friends [F] I do not [Dm] value, nor me foes I do not fear,
[F] Now me love has left me, I wander [Dm] far and near,
[F] And when me baby it is born and smiling [C] on me knee,
[Dm] I'll think [F] of lovely Willie [Dm] in high Germany.
Oh, Polly's [F] love, oh, Polly, [Dm] the rout has now begun,
[F] And we must go a-marching at the beating [Dm] of the drum,
[F] Go dress yourself [Gm] all in your [F] best and come along [C] with me,
[Dm] I'll take you [F] to the war, my [Dm] love, in high Germany.
[D]
Key:
F
Dm
C
Gm
G
F
Dm
C
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ _ _ Oh Polly, love, [F] oh Polly, [Dm] the rout has now begun,
And we must go a [Gm]-marching at [F] the beating [Dm] of the drum.
[G] Go dress yourself [Gm] all in your best and come [C] along with me,
[Dm] I'll take you [F] to the war, my [Dm] love, in high Germany. _
Oh Willie, [F] love, oh Willie, [Dm] come listen to what I do say,
[F] My feet they are so [G] tender [F] I cannot march [Dm] away,
[F] And besides, my dearest [Gm] Willie, [F] I am with [G] child I thee,
[Dm] Not fit to for [F] the war, my [Dm] love, in high Germany.
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ I'll buy for [F] you a horse, my love, [Dm] and on it you shall ride,
[F] And all my delight shall be in riding [Dm] by your side.
[F] We'll stop at every alehouse and drink when we [C] are dry,
[Dm] We'll be true to [F] one another, [Dm] get married by and by,
Oh, charse [F] if even cruel [Dm] wars that ever they should rise.
[F] And I'll marry _ England, press many a man [Dm] likewise,
[F] They'll press my true love from me likewise, my [C] brothers three,
[Dm] And send them [F] to the wars, my [Dm] love, in high Germany.
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ Me friends [F] I do not [Dm] value, nor me foes I do not fear,
[F] Now me love has left me, I wander [Dm] far and near,
[F] And when me baby it is born and smiling [C] on me knee,
[Dm] I'll think [F] of lovely Willie [Dm] in high Germany. _
Oh, Polly's [F] love, oh, Polly, [Dm] the rout has now begun,
[F] And we must go a-marching at the beating [Dm] of the drum,
[F] Go dress yourself [Gm] all in your [F] best and come along [C] with me,
[Dm] I'll take you [F] to the war, my [Dm] love, in high Germany.
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Oh Polly, love, [F] oh Polly, [Dm] the rout has now begun,
And we must go a [Gm]-marching at [F] the beating [Dm] of the drum.
[G] Go dress yourself [Gm] all in your best and come [C] along with me,
[Dm] I'll take you [F] to the war, my [Dm] love, in high Germany. _
Oh Willie, [F] love, oh Willie, [Dm] come listen to what I do say,
[F] My feet they are so [G] tender [F] I cannot march [Dm] away,
[F] And besides, my dearest [Gm] Willie, [F] I am with [G] child I thee,
[Dm] Not fit to for [F] the war, my [Dm] love, in high Germany.
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ I'll buy for [F] you a horse, my love, [Dm] and on it you shall ride,
[F] And all my delight shall be in riding [Dm] by your side.
[F] We'll stop at every alehouse and drink when we [C] are dry,
[Dm] We'll be true to [F] one another, [Dm] get married by and by,
Oh, charse [F] if even cruel [Dm] wars that ever they should rise.
[F] And I'll marry _ England, press many a man [Dm] likewise,
[F] They'll press my true love from me likewise, my [C] brothers three,
[Dm] And send them [F] to the wars, my [Dm] love, in high Germany.
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ Me friends [F] I do not [Dm] value, nor me foes I do not fear,
[F] Now me love has left me, I wander [Dm] far and near,
[F] And when me baby it is born and smiling [C] on me knee,
[Dm] I'll think [F] of lovely Willie [Dm] in high Germany. _
Oh, Polly's [F] love, oh, Polly, [Dm] the rout has now begun,
[F] And we must go a-marching at the beating [Dm] of the drum,
[F] Go dress yourself [Gm] all in your [F] best and come along [C] with me,
[Dm] I'll take you [F] to the war, my [Dm] love, in high Germany.
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _