Wars of Germany

Oh, woe be to the orders

That marched my love away

And woe be to the bitter tears

I shed upon this dayAnd woe be to the bloody wars

Of high Germany

For they've carried off my own true love

Left a broken heart to bleedThe drums beat in the morning

Before the break of day

And the wee, wee pipes played loud and shrill

While yet the morn was grayAnd the bonnie flags were all unfurled

Was a gallant sight to see

But sorrow for my soldier lad

Who marched to GermanyOh, woe be to the orders

That marched my love away

And woe be to the bitter tears

I shed upon this dayAnd woe be to the country

Where our men are forced to be

And woe be to the foreign wars

That stole my love from me