| Lyrics: | THE WARS OF GERMANY
Oh, woe be to the orders that marched my love away,
And woe be
to the cruel cause that makes my tears downfall;
Oh, woe be to the cruel wars of high
Germany
For they have ta'en my love and left a broken heart to me.
The drums beat In
the morning before the screeck of day
And the wee, wee fifes played loud and shrill while yet
the morn was gray;
And the bonnie flags were all unfurled, a gallant sight to see,
But
woe's me to my soldier lad that's gone to Germany.
Oh, hard, hard is the travellin' to
the bonnie pier o' Leith,
And sad it is to go there with the snowdrift in the teeth!
And
oh! the cold wind froze the tears that gathered in my e'e,
When I went there to see my love
embark for Germany.
I looked out o 'er the broad blue sea as could be seen,
A wee
bit sail upon the ship my soldier lad was in,
But the wind was blowing sharp and cold and the
ship sailed speedily ,
And the waves and cruel wars have twined my winsome love from
me.
Note: twined - separated
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