High Germany / Them Cruel Wars (Traditional Folk Cover)

🎻🎵 High Germany 🎵🎻
“High Germany” is a timeless Folk Ballad reborn — a heartfelt duet between love and war, between duty and longing.
This song tells the story of Willy and Polly, two young lovers torn apart by conscription and distance. As the drums of war echo across Europe, their voices intertwine in sorrow and hope — one bound for battle, the other left behind, carrying both grief and new life.

Rooted in centuries of oral tradition, High Germany recalls the days of the War of the Spanish Succession and the Seven Years’ War, when countless men marched to the distant hills of “High Germany” — and countless hearts were left waiting.

🎻 Genre: Folk / Historical Ballad
💔 Theme: Love, war, parting, and remembrance
🔥 Created with: Suno.ai
🎵 Lyrics & concept by: Traditional English Folk Song, concept by Iron Saga Chronicles
🎬 Cover concept by: Iron Saga Chronicles

From the quiet fields of England to the mountains of Germany — their voices still travel, carrying love through the smoke of history. 🎻🇬🇧💔


Lyrics:

O Polly love, O Polly, the road has now begun
And we must go a marching at the beating of the drum
Go dress yourself all in your best and come along with me
I'll take you to the war me love in high Germany

Willy love, o Willy come list' what I do say
My feet they are so tender, I cannot march away
And besides my dearest Willy I am with child by thee
Not fitted for the war me love in high Germany

I'll buy for you a horse me love
And on it you shall ride
And all my life shall I be riding by your side
We'll stop at every alehouse and drink when we are dry
We'll be true to one another
Get married bye and bye

O cursed be them cruel wars that ever they should rise
And out of merry England press many a man likewise
They pressed my true love from me
Likewise my brothers three
And sent them to the wars me love in high Germany

My friends I do not value nor my foes I do not fear
Now my love has left me I wander far and near
And when my baby it is born and smiling on my knee
I will think of lovely Willy in high Germany

O Polly love, O Polly, the road has now begun
And we must go a marching at the beating of the drum
Go dress yourself all in your best and come along with me
I'll take you to the war me love in high Germany