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 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