1. I'll buy for you a horse, my love, and on it you will ride,
And all of my delight will be in riding by your side.
We'll stop at every alehouse, and drink when we are dry,
We'll be true to one another and get married by and by.
Oh colleen, love, oh colleen love.
2. Oh, cursed be those cruel wars that ever did they rise,
And out of merry England pass many a man likewise.
They took my true love from me, likewise my brothers three,
And sent them to the wars, me love, in High Germany.
3. My friends I do not value and my foes I do not fear,
For now my fine love's left me and wanders far and near.
But when my baby it is born and smiling on my knee,
I'll think of handsome Willie in High Germany.