I. TO BE SUNG TO THE TUNE OF HIGH GERMANY

No more the English girls may go

To follow with the drum

But still they flock together

To see the soldiers come;

For horse and foot are marching by

And the bold artillery:

They're going to the cruel wars

In Low Germany.

They're marching down by lane and town

And they are hot and dry

But as they marched together

I heard the soldiers cry:

“O all of us, both horse and foot

And the proud artillery,

We're going to the merry wars

In Low Germany.”