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Oh, woe be to the orders
That marched my love away
And woe be to the bitter tears
I shed upon this day

And woe be to the bloody wars
Of high Germany
For they've carried off my own true love
Left a broken heart to bleed

The drums beat in the morning
Before the break of day
And the wee, wee pipes played loud and shrill
While yet the morn was gray

And the bonnie flags were all unfurled
Was a gallant sight to see
But sorrow for my soldier lad
Who marched to Germany

Oh, woe be to the orders
That marched my love away
And woe be to the bitter tears
I shed upon this day

And 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
Oh, woe be to the orders   That marched my love away   And woe be to the bitter tears   I shed upon this day      And woe be to the bloody wars   Of high Germany   For they've carried off my own true love   Left a broken heart to bleed      The drums beat in the morning   Before the break of day   And the wee, wee pipes played loud and shrill   While yet the morn was gray      And the bonnie flags were all unfurled   Was a gallant sight to see   But sorrow for my soldier lad   Who marched to Germany      Oh, woe be to the orders   That marched my love away   And woe be to the bitter tears   I shed upon this day      And 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
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