The drums are sounding in the night The Valley is so still And in the dark the beacons bright Burn fiercely on the hill So fare thee well, my Polly girl I can no longer stay For peace is gone and war is come And we must march away The farmers laid aside his plough The sheperd boy his crook And at the Church they're gathered now To kiss the Holy Book So fare thee well, my Polly girl I can no longer stay For peace is gone and war is come And we must march away The air is filled with martial cries And the sound of marching feet The villagers have left their beds And gathered in the street So fare thee well, my Polly girl I can no longer stay For peace is gone and war is come And we must march away Don't ask why I must leave you, love – Don't ask why we must go It's not a soldier's job to ask – It's better we don't know! So fare thee well, my Polly girl I can no longer stay For peace is gone and war is come And we must march away